O Man, do you see those shores upon which
Infinite sand grains reside?
O Woman, do you see those stars that light
up the sky amidst the shadows of the
Earth?
Though some have eyes, they cannot see
So tell them to let the sunshine in.
O Man, do you hear the birds at the crack
Of dawn when the skies are painted red
with the rising sun?
O Woman, do you hear the Earth’s pulse as
you place your naked feet on the
naked ground?
Though some have ears, they cannot hear
So tell them to let the sunshine in.
O man, do you feel the cries of the young
ones that were buried beneath the rubble
by those with Deep pockets and short
hands?
O Woman, do you feel the absence of that
newborn Whose tiny hands could hold the
world?
Though some have hearts, they cannot feel
So tell them to let the sunshine in.