Lifeless they lay

Like curving with hands stretched

Objects of pity and disgust:

So we have sealed our eyes, our ears.

To us it’s a rat in the king’s palace

So the priest walks around them

The authority destroy them

And the rest of us all spit on them.

Let us open our eyes, our ears;

To see – those created equal,

Only blessed different

To hear – a call of mercy

not of bother

For to us a lowly being

but up high the judge

an angel of mercy.