The homeless man
and hungry people in the streets
cry in despair for freedom's sake.
They're all drowning in society's rain.

The abused mother and child,
at the hands of the drunken husband,
cry in pain and desperation
for freedom from their hopeless plight.
They suffer the cold drench of society's rain.

The falsely accused prisoner,
while waiting for his execution on death row,
prays to God for freedom's sake
in this life or the next,
while anguishing in the cruelty
of society's rain.

The mentally ill man contemplates suicide
in his lonely apartment dwelling.
He finally picks up the phone and calls
to seek out help, for the sake of freedom
from the hands of his violent and distorted state of mind.
He has been dying emotionally for years
in society's rain.

For years I've heard the cries of injustice
in a troubled world and nation,
while writing my verse.
I've listened and watched very closely
to the wretched fall of society's rain.
 
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