In the Shanty Town Or the House of Straw.

I do travel me, in this world this race,
I to look in eyes, and there face to face,
All the languages, there unknown to me,
Can I understand?
Will I truly see?

But of words no need, the emotions speak,
And for all my life, they will always weep,
All the boundaries made, there in me the man,
What I cannot do, and all that I can?

How then I to save, there a starving child?
All Its body torn, but its eyes so mild,
When a man to look, and on such as this,
Yet there still their eyes, is an angels kiss,

And then who am I?
To observe me fed,
And to walk within, all their blood it shed,
In this place I'm lost, and am so confused,
For the life I have, I to win not lose,

At the drop a hat,
I can fly away,
All their pain my heart,
Makes me not want stay,

But then if my life, it were one of them,
I to not want live, on this earth again,
So then what my need, to be in this place?
The atrocities of the human race,

Do I satisfy in myself to feel?
To be part of it, in their world so real,
Just the opposite, all of how I live,
How to save myself, what must I then give?

In the shanty towns,
Or the house of straw,
Do I stay me there?
And my life no more,

In the huts of mud,
And the baron fields,
Do I stay me here?
In this place surreal,

In the western world,
I a King its cause,
But my sightless eyes,
I do not applause,

In my heart I know, it will never change,
In my need to see, what I feel so strange,
When I live a life in such luxury,
Yet my conscience asks in their tragedy?

So then torn am I, and I must confess,
All my heart now lays, and in their distress,
For God showed to me all mans cruelty,
I was blinded once, but my eyes now see!