Voice of the Voiceless

Voice of the Voiceless

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, the wail

Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin

Of the mighty against the frail.

And I will feed God's spark,

Till a great light glows in the night and shows

The dark deeds done in the dark.

And full on the thoughtless sleeper

Shall flash its glaring flame,

Till he wakens to see what crimes may be

Cloaked under an honoured name.

I am a ray from the centre;

That fashioned Man, the King;

The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul

To each furred and feathered thing.

And I am my brother's keeper,

And I will fight his fight,

And speak the word for beast and bird,

Till the world shall set things right.

The same force formed the sparrow

Taken from Poems of Experience by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. London: Gay and Hancock, Ltd., 1913.

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