Audience de Cris
Rosamaria Guerrero

I hear humanity screaming, a shrill chorus of wails I hear
Those of the sickly, each screaming hisas best they can manage
The abandoned child screaming at the loss of family
The widowed woman screaming for love and future gone
The lonely man screaming at his despair and solitude
The crippled babe screaming for its neglect and abuse
The scorned woman's screams at her heart's foolish love
The beaten dog screaming at his inability to fight
The dying scream at the blackness of death
All the people are screaming, and I am the audience to their pains