For Laughter, What Care I

For laughter, what care I,
When fettered souls in anguish cry;
When angry men in battle die;
Their hearts to home deny.

For lavish robes, I cannot care,
When children walk in rags or bare,
With nothing better yet to wear
And babies' hunger share.

The golden sun, I do not see,
When stormy rains disturb the sea;
When raging winds blow ceaselessly
A life in misery.

- Edna Huber (1971)