'The Leaden-Eyed' By Vachel Lindsey - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Let not young souls be smothered out before
They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.
It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull,
Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.
Not that they starve; but starve so dreamlessly,
Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap,
Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve,
Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.
Courtesy: Marycharles Meserve
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Seeds of Solidarity: SF's Gaza Freedom March
@ Pull The Root, Plant the Seed TOWARDS A MORE JUST, PEACEFUL, RATIONAL, & SUSTAINABLE WORLD
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