For the women who will lose a child today;
the hearts that will shatter,
the grandmothers who will freeze,
the families forever changed.
For those who wait in uncertainty;
the helplessness of the dying,
the sadness of the misunderstood,
for those who ask in vain.
For all those abused, scorned, dismissed;
the silly, the wicked, the miserable,
and those who hurry in pain
to the nearest doctor;
those who return from work
with trembling and anguished hearts to their homes.
For those who are roughly treated and pushed aside,
those who are hissed on the stage,
for all who are clumsy, ugly, tiresome and dull,
the weak, the beaten, the oppressed,
and for those who cannot find rest
during long sleepless nights.
For the men who will lose a child today;
the gripping suffocation of their souls,
the grandfathers who will melt into tears,
the buckling of their knees.
For those who are afraid of death;
who will be sentenced to prison,
who wait in hospitals,
who have missed the train.