The People We Don't See
Seeing, seeing, what do I see—
To believe? Oh!—but to believe
In something more than material greed.
The pen with which I seek to write
Does little more for those who cannot
Help but lose their sight.
They’re far away in some distant
Land; they’re in our backyards, alone
And abandon—sitting quietly
With some crackers to nibble.
We sit and we sit, sit, sit!
To talk, to complain, to bemoan,
And to criticize, to attack.
The Men at the Top complain of misuse
When they go out and stop the abuse.
Sitting, standing, debating, is that all
We’re good for? To attack who have
So little in store? To change, to change,
Is all I would want to see. To
See more helping hands instead
Of reaching for the green. Let’s
Take up some arms and grab our
Tools, let’s get to work and feed
Their mouths instead of sitting on stools.
A day is brighter when we choose
To give aid to our brothers and sisters;
Let’s start now and show what
It means to be a true disciple again.