A Song For The Poor Poem by Tony Adah

I will sing for the common man
Whose voice is too frail or dumb
To reach the ears of the world
I am neither here nor there but the gulf
Is too wide to miss the blind;
Too clear to miss the ear
And too gloomy for the world
To feign ignorance.

I will sing for him
His creed my creed,
His pain my pain
Will anybody doubt the difference?
When few soar the skies
And many wingless remain lame
On the ground.

I will sing for the common man
Those melodies rendered in melancholy
I will sing for him whose is free in bondage
And a slave in his home
Until the shackles of brotherly slavery
Loose from his tired ankles
I will sing for him
Until the shackles loosen from his tired soul
I will sing for him
Until it hurts to sing.