Here’s to the starving multitudes—
Those fed with hunger, clothed with icy winds and stifling heat,
Slapped with shattered hopes and disparaged dreams,
Kicked with the scorn of an end so distantly near;
Here’s to disasters, calamities, catastrophes, deaths,
Rapes, plague, disease, dismantled homes,
Endless tears, oppressive grief, and miracles;
To polluted consciences, passive gods,
Confounded morals, dead virtues,
Outdated scriptures, and the will to believe;
Here’s to the strain of a thousand burdens,
To endless work, fruitless labors, sardonic struggles,
Aimless jobs, and a child’s laughter.
Here’s to a cruel, criminal, crude, and crumbling world
So filled with hope.