Wrinkled hands reach outGrasping at the air
Pleading for change
Her eyes piercing
His eyes averting
Yet still
Pleading for change
A softer hand reaches out
The other clutching a child
Both pleading for change
Do we remember
To take up the cause of the fatherless
And side with the widow
Pleading for change
Masses of humanity pass
Rushing to the rhythm of a city
Pleading for change
Who will call out for justice
And defend the oppressed
Pleading for change
Often my feet join with theirs
Following instead of leading
A stranger called to a foreign land
Pleading for change
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