the last, the lost, the least

live a life of privilege

pushing back the last

the lost

the least

the least of these

to dull the edge of conscience

with conceit

live a life and see the world

feel its weight on the shoulders

of the least of these

it spins and twirls

without rest of relief

we all

we all wear dignity

it covers the strong

the weak

we all

we all wear dignity

even the last

the lost

the least

step into a spacious place

where pride and right will give way

to the least of these

to know the face

of who a man can be

his image shown

when we give our lives

our time

our own

to feed

to clothe

those in his image we have left alone

we all

we all wear dignity

god help the blind like me

finding at last a voice we cry

and see with clear

unblinking eyes