Most think that open eyes would see
All that lie in front of thee.
Tis false, for what the world deplores…
Most often transpires behind closed doors.
What a million faces screamed and cried…
A hundred others tried to hide
And when millions more, their sorrows sing,
The hundred begin silencing.
When another million try to speak…..
The hundred claim their word is weak.
Why the millions never win?
The hundred have power, wealth and sin.
When will truth stand out in the sun?
It could take a trillion voices….
But needs just one.