# The Human’s Cry

No century’s visionaries could have foretold The pity and rainbows and men’s cries and gold For the cries we emit are only our own And just as they silenced the man praising God The will silence the woman with a cry of her own A cry which no one will understand until they have trekked Odysseys through her eyes and on her two legs, Starved for the love and starved for the justice, Screaming and crying in the undying cruelty of our age And in our own unforgiving realm, That which we created.