If a thousand voices cried out in the middle of the night
to befriend those who suffer injustice and invented freedom
with a comfort that lasts only for a passing moment
would we hear or even care?

If a thousand voices demanded one single sentence
to bestow on all races a life of confined liberty and equality
for the sake of motives hidden behind a deceptive tongue
would we fear or even dare?

If a thousand voices sang tribute to the glory of One
to give hope and promise to the lost souls
yet mock the saved from other religious convictions
would we fare or just swear?

If a thousand voices drunk from the bottle of pride
staggered blindly in the alley of darkness illuminated by a dim light
in search of a truth shrouded and veiled with human nature
would we abstain or just remain?

If a thousand voices laughed at the sense of truth
so plain, so simple, yet allusive to those living a life
concerned with the social norms or being rebels with a cause
would we die or just survive?

If a thousand voices screamed in agony from torments
so inconceivable to the meek, the humane, the charitable
but devised by the minds, then enacted by the deeds of mankind
would we change course or just feel remorse?

If a thousand voices asked, or how about just one
to contemplate, to perceive, to discover the meaning
of selves, others, surroundings, without bias
would you question and be better than?