If all the voices of the world could be heard,
there would not be one word
calling out for the suffering of war,
nor pleading for a time to starve.
No voice would request that the young should die,
nor argue the need of a greedy few.
No one would want to make a child cry,
without a heart full of rue.
Yet the voices of the world cannot be heard
by those who hold title and deed to the globe.
The suffering continues and spreads like a plague.
No innocence is sheltered by the judge’s robe.
Soon comes the day
when the voices of the world will speak of hope and common need
for there is no problem that cannot be solved,
if we silence the voice of insatiable greed.
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Ron
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