The world speaks,
much more than it listens,
O how it speaks,
on things beyond its mind
– a gathering, mostly the enlightened,
but a few fools,
who care to listen,
fools, who still dream,
of making the world listen,
more than it speaks…
of changing it for the better,
of taking it beyond the bickering,
of not letting it sink in the shallow.
O world listen thou shall,
O world listen thou must,
To these fools with dreams,
some broken but all pure,
pure as the new dawn they seek.
O world give them hope
to feed from while all’s unjust.
Let them fuel from it all,
so that when they speak,
it matters.