Voice Of The Voiceless

So many gods, so many creeds, 

So many paths that wind and wind, 

While just the art of being kind 

Is 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 wrongs of the wordless weak. 

From street, from cage and from kennel, 

From stable and zoo, the wail 

Of my tortured kin proclaim the sin 

Of the mighty against the frail.

Oh shame on the mothers of mortals, 

Who have not stooped to teach 

Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes, 

The sorrow that has no speech. 

The same force formed the sparrow 

That fashioned man the king; 

The God of the whole gave a spark of soul 

To 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.

If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures 

from the shelter of compassion and pity, 

you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men