These words are not mine
But the voices of the unknown/deprived
Their cries unheeded/rights neglected
And their pride dethroned
From the Everest of humanity

These words are not mine
But the plight of orphans and widows
Desperate losers and refugees
And preys to psychopaths killing for God
What an agony of man’s in humanity?

These words are not mine
But the unheard pleas for justice
From those untimely graduates of life
Whose unlived dreams and remains
Make up the soil that sustains humanity

These words are the wails of a billion bereaved
Bemoaning the triumphs of wickedness
But losing wars with misery, poverty, injustice
While cursing the conception of class
That makes life a rat race which condones inhumanity

These words won’t right the wrongs
But these words will raise the throngs
These words are your hidden fears
These words are your fallen tears
Theses words are the buried voices
…hear them, say them
that we may save humanity