Who speaks in their name?

the poor...
the ones who live in the shadow of the big Babylon, and die there without, making a big fuss, I have seen so many things, I have heard, and do hear voices; from the present and from the past, voices of the victims, who are innocent souls, I hear their crying for justice, their suffering out of pain.
After their death, those souls, keep hanging aroud us,this earth is a small place, souls can travel, without tickets or visas, they search for someones who can pass their messages, and we.., we are the same beings, in Chad or in Scotland, we are the same creature, two legs, two arms, and one heart, we move, we create, and we do need and do love.
Who  speaks in the name of the children in Iraq?
Who  speaks in the name of the children in Afganistan?
Who  speak in the name of the children of Darfur?
Who tells the beast, your are beast?
Who understands?
Who knows?
the people in the big town can not see, and can not hear; the ones who live in the shadow of their noisy place...
Babylon is playing the deaf
people have no power to sniff
some peace
or good air
the place is full of dust
the dogs
the cats
and some rats
have a good laugh at the lazy monkeys
who can eat them
in their worm places
those animals are save
from the third world hands
 jealousy
like
heartless
who speaks in their name
before
they do dehumanize you?
I do
speak
and write
them words