Of earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis, and tempests
I know not much, only the beggar’s pleas
Trembling hands that cannot endure the whole test
But of these I know some greater tragedies

Of hunger and thirst, of homes in the dirt
I have not known, only children’s cries
And a widow’s unrelenting guilty hurt
But of these I know some greater tragedies

Of abuse, torture, and unspeakable crimes
I hide in fear where the weak has no choice to flee
The persecuted long for the least of horrid times
But of even these I know some greater tragedies

Of ignorance, forgetfulness, and temporary care
Money no comfort to the one that dies
Awakening the selfish eyes a sight so rare
Of these I know no greater tragedies