I hear it, inside me, this voice loud and clear
It's challenging me to speak out to the far and the near
Of a weeping world crying out to an Omnipotent One
Over all of the destruction and the murdering being done..
Is there anyone insightful and so unselfish with time
Who can heed all the pleadings and wordings of rhyme
To take hold of the media and to turn it all around
So that it will only be a mirror of the truth that is found
Too often we are guided by the phenomenal and the brass
But what's need more surely is a change in the mass
Who run after the spectacular and that which has noise
While no one is listening to the Truthful One's voice.