In the dark fathoms of a starless night
I heard a voice so mild
A bewildered cry, so distant yet near
I closed my eyes only to see the
Cruel face of humanity in me
I ignored the face and slept
Only to be woken up in the next morn
And see the glazing fire on the dailies.
Oh some men exclaimed
I put a mark beside to punctuate it
And went to 'work'
I prayed, I ate and sang a song in tune
YET
My heart seemed to be heavy
For myself was built
Neither of stones nor by bricks
But by flesh,bones and blood
My hands asked in chorus to my
Tightly closed lips
If not now, when?
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