“Souls Suffering on the Streets”
Souls suffering on the streets, passionately they weep;
Again we draw the curtains and drift to sleep,
Withholding any attempt to relieve some sorrow,
Always the excuse: tomorrow, tomorrow.
Stop your search for goodness: you won’t find it;
Don’t pray for God’s mercy: mankind is unfit;
Let the hatred, envy, and ignorance go on;
Individuality has become America’s icon.
Tell the homeless woman to stop hungering
And the abused child to stop whimpering;
There is no one to hear your cries;
That man was programmed to love is only a lie.
Heartbeats of humanity are deadened,
And the meaning of love has been cheapened;
God’s tears flood the earth in an anguished downpour;
Not a soul is alive anymore, anymore.
