Voice of the Voiceless



I am the voice of the voiceless: 
  Through me, the dumb shall speak; 
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear 
  The cry of the wordless weak. 
From street, from cage, and from kennel, 
  From jungle and stall, the wail 
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin 
  Of the mighty against the frail.



I am a ray from the centre; 
  And I will feed God's spark, 
Till a great light glows in the night and shows 
  The dark deeds done in the dark. 
And full on the thoughtless sleeper 
  Shall flash its glaring flame, 
Till he wakens to see what crimes may be 
  Cloaked under an honoured name.







The same force formed the sparrow 
 That fashioned Man, the King; 
The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul 
To each furred and feathered thing.
And I am my brother's keeper, 
  And I will fight his fight, 
And speak the word for beast and bird, 
  Till the world shall set things right.





Taken from Poems of Experience by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.   London: Gay and Hancock, Ltd., 1913.