Of silent ones sent to earth grumbling
My spirit is greatly moved, but I can't touch
Forcefully interested where I wouldn't bother
But everywhere I look I see them tightly clutch
Embracing forever the earth. There 's my brother:
The one I love but claim to hate,
The nekad I call friend but say it's his fate,
The lame I rush to help but break his stick,
Beggers I happily part a coin but a shapely stone,
I hear them now; am greatly moved, am sick.
Second chance I'll do yet have not shown,
Six had been spared me; deaf has gone my ear
But the humbles grumble everyday I hear
« return.