THE VOICE OF THE VOICELESS.

THE 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.

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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.

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Oh, never a brute in the forest,

And never a snake in the fen,

Or ravening bird, starvation stirred,

Has hunted its prey like men.


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For hunger, and fear, and passion

Alone drive beasts to slay,

But wonderful man, the crown of the plan,

Tortures, and kills, for play.

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He goes well fed from his table;

He kisses his child and wife;

Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,

Or robs a deer of its life.


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He aims at a speck in the azure;

Winged love, that has flown at a call;

It reels down to die, and he lets it lie;

His pleasure was seeing it fall.

 

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.

 

Poems of experience. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

London1910.

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