Knock on any door
And you may hear the cries
Of children, deep within a house,
Whose parents smile at you
With that eroded grin we all know
Like the stony leer of a gargoyle.
And yet you can do nothing.
Visit any friend at their house
And hear the silent pleas
Of a wife and mother
Who endures the fear and pain
For reasons the mystify us.
At least now.
Walk the floor of any factory or boardroom
And you will see the man who bows to his master
While, at home, he treats his family as slaves.
Visit the mansion of any president,
Minister or king
And you may see the ragged masses
Of those who built the walls yet have no home,
Who work the farms and have no food,
Who tend a country and are refugees.
Thus, in the cry of any child,
The fear in a mother’s face or
Silent rage in a worker-*****
Or immigrant dispossessed
And you will see the tyrants who rule,
The fathers who strike and bosses who fire,
Yet all of these serve one master
With many names:
Primeval rank and…
To this power,
There is only one answer
And to alleviate the suffering,
of those oppressed,
Only one thing.
The title comes from a film about an idealistic man trying to help youthful offenders in the 1950's. He sees the larger picture: these troubles arise not in a vacuum but as a result of a corrupt and broken society. I say that civilization itself fits this description when we ask why people suffer.