I see a silent injustice, Anonymity by name. 

What injuries delivered.  

All losses, just the same.  

One sits in silent sorrow. 

Another one cast out.  

Accountability, the family. 

I know without a doubt.  

The cause is lack of love,

From within and from without.  

A love to render service,

A proclivity to pout.  

They sit there and embrace

Their rejection from the race.  

All the while God’s “Life” insists:

“Cast off your selfish sorrow.  

My name, you’re bound to borrow.  

Get up and claim your fame;

Proclaim my Holy name.”