From the pits of society's regards
I hear a cry.
Subtly breathing into oblivious hearts,
an anonymous sigh.
Singing melodious sorrows,
a still, small voice in the darkness.
A drum of war to whom luxury bestows,
yet a beacon for kindness.
Discarded bones regain their flesh
and the mindless their searches cease,
replaced by justice's harmony fresh
and the laughter of the heartless decrease.
A cry still ringing
louder and louder to be elected
in the court of hearing,
the voice of the rejected.