Where is the sound of the breeze blowing?
Birds singing low and high
Children playing in the fields and meadows
Lovers laughing on a beautiful morning
Where is the sweet song of peace?

Are we the deaf of the world?
Closing our ears to gunshots around us
Filling our mouths with empty excuses
Justifying our inhumane actions as little boys man the front lines
Are we the deaf?

Are we the blind of the world?
Unable to glimpse the injustice around us
Turning our backs on those who cry out
Who stretch their arms desperately like victims in a capsized boat offshore
Are we the blind?

Where are the learned of the world?
Yes the affluent of society!
So much to preach, so much to lead
While the planet crumbles to ruin
Where are the learned?