Poet: Unknown
They have no voice to ask us
For the pity which they need
With shame they cannot task us
How’re their hearts may bleed.
However they despise us
For all the hurts they bear
They cannot criticize us
Or say that we’re unfair.
We call them God’s dumb creatures
And yet we know they feel.
For oft their anguished features
Their sufferings reveal.
They cannot ask for kindness
Nor for our mercy plead
Yet cruel is our blindness
Which does not see their need.