All my Family

Ah, when you see the bleeding tracks, Of bare feet on the stone. And when they speak with broken voice, In words you do not know. And when you see their calloused hands, The withered flesh upon the bone. Remember, they’re your parents. Deny them not your home. And when you see her standing there, Selling her battered thighs. The broken feathers in her hair, The painted lips and eyes. And when she calls you to her side, And leads you, leads you to her bed. Remember, she's your sister, And heal her wounds instead. And when he pulls your coat-tails, With grubby hands so small. Yesterday's tears upon his face. You did not hear him call. His eyes are wide, his body bare. He begs you, begs you for a dime. Remember, this child is your own. Turn not away this time. For many are the broken ones, and many are the poor. And many are the strong Who turn the weak ones from their door. But what you do unto the least of these, you do it, do it unto me. For they are all my family, The leaves of the same tree. And they are all your family, The leaves on just one tree. Yes, we are all one family, The leaves of just one tree.