Craven-Heart

Those anguished voices in the air!

Oh, I could shriek and tear my hair

In rage, rebellion and despair.

But what is one, amid a throng

So vast and merciless and strong,

To make attempt to right the wrong?

What ear would hear me if I cried?

And who would rally to my side?

What could I do to stem the tide?

Though I should plunge in flood and flame,

And suffer every shame and blame,

The world would triumph all the same.

I am not called upon to pay.

So why join in the hopeless fray,

And waste my brief and precious day?