Words To Say

as I sit with pen in hand and sheet of parchment before me lay what is the words that I might say that might have worth to those who read of in justice in social forms or of sickness that rages the land perhaps of poverty that crushes down or of destruction in all its forms of the few who protest in streets mingled with those who riot and loot of the many with apathy filled what of the innocents protected not and one of those who us would lead their endless arguments among themselves each proclaiming to better be then the others who will lead us astray are there words that I might say words that might somehow be worth to the few that know of me and of these words might read As I ponder in the night of the words that might be but of me I know them not yet I will seek them with my might