Spokesman Poem by Tony Adah

I speak for the world
I speak to the world
Those home truths of the homeless
Of the dumb and of the deaf
I speak not of the roses or the
Mountains or the beautiful skies,
I speak of the pained and the dead
I speak to the silent world of the
Pained that grizzle and groan.

I walk those long distances
For the crippled and the sedentary
I sob in the place of those
In melancholy;
I take pellets of guns in my heart
In the place of those
In the in the battlefronts
I cry of hunger
For the famished.

I sue for peace
That the pieces be joined
In the ugly face of the global wars
I speak with my own gun
Its ravaging muzzle directed
At the new forces of global chaos
I'll shoot at diseases
At global warming
At poverty
At recession
At terrorism
And as a spokesman
I must stand or fall.