O how they are seen, seen by the lens of mercy.

Left in the blight of others; the poor, richer than these, yet cares not to share in their wealth.

Man’s pity upon them brings still no such help or aide.

The news of their putrid treatment is rapidly coming to fade.

Let this be their voice, let this define their identity!

Or do we accept the sight of this obscenity?

We build wells, churches, schools; basics of the top world.

All the programs and proposals and projects are never haltered hurdled.

Disease, discrimination, disrespect, the dismembered, the darkened.

More and more we find things to hate, things to judge, things to call our subjects: our plotened.

Let this be their war cry, our call to action!

Let this be our Cri De Coeur; Not a retraction!

This is not something to joke, this is not a game!

We all are human, we all have blood-red veins, we all are the same.

We must abide by the liberties of ourselves; our Human Rights; For all of us to gain!