How Can I Sing?

I want to sing lyrics, lyrics,
   Mad as a brook in spring;
I want to shout the music
   Of flushed adventuring.

But how can I sing lyrics?
   I who have seen to-day
The stoop of factory women,
   The children kept from play...

And on an open hilltop,
   Where the cloak of the sky is wide,
Have seen a tree of terror
   Where a black man died.

I want to sing lyrics, lyrics,
   But these have hushed my song.
I am mute at the world’s great sadness,
   And stark at the world’s great wrong.

Anonynmous

PHOBETOR, Joy Celine Asto