Write clear the sound
so they can hear it
write the words that ring and sing
In the busses of defeat
is a soul of eyes that dance
one in a million
For him unknown brother
write the sound
make it clear
make it sing
make it ring
for some lost lovers
full of despair
in far off towns
For the children to come
For the dying and the dead
For the prisoner in his cell
In the prisons of this world
write for all
and they will know thy sound
1967
Jack Micheline