Voice of the Voiceless
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
all the sad world needs.
I am the voice of the voiceless:
Through me, the dumb shall speak;
Till the deaf world's
ear be made to hear
The cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage and from kennel,
From jungle, and stall,
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail
For love is the true religion,
love is the law sublime;
And all is wrought, where love is not
Will die at the touch of time.
Oh shame on the
mothers of mortals
Who have not stopped to teach
Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes,
The sorrow that has
The same Power formed the sparrow
That fashioned man-the King;
The God of the whole gave a living
To furred and to feathered thing.
And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight;
the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.