Voiceless

He sees the man begging on the street
Who has spent his life being beat
He draws his breath to cry,
but no one sees his tears, so why?

The child has the divine impulse to create
But his mother will kill that before he's eight
He draws his breath to cry,
but his mom looks at the tears and sighs

You witness killing in God's name
In the pit of your soul is revulsion and shame
You draw your breath to speak,
but in this world words are weak

Men of "Science" have the "solution"
Humanity it seems is a pollution
She draws her breath to say...
Something about the devil, "she's crazy anyway!"

I see all of this and what do I do?
I write a useless poem to get me through
Because I draw breath to speak,
but no one hears judgement bleak