There are injustices i see and
pains i feel,
wails i hear
Yet i fear to speak,
for who shall listen to the cries of the dumb
Or care to see the things the blind see

I'm no kith nor kin to fame and riches
No prophet that preach
i'm neither
Handsome nor beautiful
Or worthy of learned speech
I'm Just a silent voice,
behind whose mouth
hides this pain i feel at the injustices i see,
and the wails i hear.