The plant that will not flower,
The sun that will not shine,
The water that one cannot drink,
Grapes dying on the vine.
The beach where waves won’t wash up to shore,
The sand that won’t be soft on feet,
The people that will not say; “hi,”
The hand that will not greet.
The recipe that won’t succeed,
The dinner guest that won’t partake,
The pan that’s useless on the stove,
The chef that will not bake.
The worker that will never work
The grass that will not grow
The walker who won’t find his feet
Will never reap what he won’t sew.
The arm that will not reach out,
The eye that will not cry,
The mouth that will not find a voice,
The fight to find the reason why?