I am the Voice of the Voiceless Through me the dumb shall speak Till the world's deaf ear be made to hear The wrongs of the wordless weak. Oh shame on the mothers of mortals Who do not stoop to teach The sorrow that lies in dear dumb eyes The sorrow that has no speech. From street, from cage, from kennel From stable and from zoo The wall of my tortured kin proclaims the sin Of the mighty against the frail. But I am my brother's keeper And I shall fight their fight And speak the word for beast and bird Till the world shall set things right.
