One Life Many Voice Poem by Zotena Moses

As a cloud vanishes and is gone,
so he who goes down to the grave does not return.
He will never come to his house again,
his family will know him no more.
'Therefore I will not keep silent.
I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit,
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul against
the injustice on earth.
I will speak until the stolen bread is returned to the
orphan,
I will complain until the beggar is given a seat of
honor,
I will speak till equality and justice returns to the
common man.
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