Classic Poem

O children of men, O sons and daughters of sorrow,
Raise your bewildered eyes to the luminous hills of tomorrow!
Look at your feet, at the orgy of hideous plunder.
See how the poor and the needy are trampled brutally under!

Yet out of your mad machinery, your arrogant motors whirring,
Something triumphant and brave and beautiful will be stirring.
Out of the futile murder in thousands of jails and in battle,
Out of your greed and all your vain hypocritical prattle,

A courage will rise and a faith in comradely giving
That will lead your turbulent feet to the City of Brotherly Living.
O children of men, O sons and daughters of sorrow,
Raise your bewildered eyes to the luminous hills of tomorrow.

O children of men, O sons and daughters of sorrow,
Raise your bewildered eyes to the luminous hills of tomorrow!
Look at your feet, at the orgy of hideous plunder.
See how the poor and the needy are trampled brutally under!

Yet out of your mad machinery, your arrogant motors whirring,
Something triumphant and brave and beautiful will be stirring.
Out of the futile murder in thousands of jails and in battle,
Out of your greed and all your vain hypocritical prattle,

A courage will rise and a faith in comradely giving
That will lead your turbulent feet to the City of Brotherly Living.
O children of men, O sons and daughters of sorrow,
Raise your bewildered eyes to the luminous hills of tomorrow.