This is for all, for all
Silenced by circumstance.
Inner vocal chords cut off
By the exigencies of these times.
Voices strangled, joy mangled
By the suffocating fumes of poisoned air.
This is for all
Not content with a few crumbs
Not content to pass the other by
Not content to ignore beggars and the oppressed
Not content to look the other way
Not content with the lies and smug answers
Not content with things as they are.
This is for all
Who search for the truth
Who reject violence and wrongdoings
Who yearn for peace and a just future for all
Who feel it, heart-felt and deep
Who can lend a helping hand.
There is more, much more
Beyond the way things are.
There is a vision and an aspiration
Common to all human beings, one and all.
There is the time to give it a voice
And the time is now.
