Crying in the wilderness,
I fear their tears cost plenty,
Begging people for forgiveness.
The voices of beggars on the street,
Children abandoned by their moms,
Cold night yet walking with bare feet,
Screaming so high and no one singing psalms.
The voices of people in Africa,
Who became strangers in their own home,
Laboratories that created so many things in America,
Augustus Caesar the first emperor of Rome.
The voices of native people crying for their land,
Repented drug smugglers asking for mercy,
Their voices they did not understand,
The voice of a poet people call Percy.
I will always be the voice of that voiceless child,
Who have big dreams and hope but nothing to eat,
Who never became wild and always smiled,
Who got up in the train and offered you the seat.
Voices of Many