September 21
So many Gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind,
Is all this 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 cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage and from kennel,
From jungle and stall the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the strong against the frail.
The same power formed the sparrow
That fashioned man...the King
The God of the whole gave a living soul
To the furred and feathered thing.
For I am my brother's keeper
And my will is to fight his fight
And speak the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall get things right.