From street, from cage and from kennel, From jungle, and stall, the wail Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin Of the mighty against the frail For love is the true religion, And love is the law sublime; And all is wrought, where love is not Will die at the touch of time. Oh shame on the mothers of mortals Who have not stopped to teach Of the sorrow that lies in dear, dumb eyes, The sorrow that has no speech.
I had to remember the poem 'Voice of the Voiceless' by By Ella Wheeler Wilcox I had to remember the poem 'Voice of the Voiceless' by By Ella Wheeler Wilcox It is quiet long, I will post it in bits. So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs. I am the voice of the voiceless: Through me, the dumb shall speak; Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear The cry of the wordless weak.
so, you only have to read it from down to up.... hope you like it.
has a bit of the free hug philosophy, isn't it? although free hug isn't about animals, the poem very much is about love.
love & light,
anita
motheranita 4 years ago
The same Power formed the sparrow
That fashioned man-the King;
The God of the whole gave a living soul
To furred and to feathered thing.
And I am my brother's keeper,
And I will fight his fight;
And speak the word for beast and bird
Till the world shall set things right.
motheranita 4 years ago
motheranita 4 years ago
motheranita 4 years ago
"Jo ster michen burnt aben ahoen santa bent icht a balez ziben gefufnen cinci."
Go a head. This is really good. God bless you. ys
nilamadhava 4 years ago