You Don’t Know My Name

You don’t know my name;
You know my face…
You’ve seen it somewhere,
Any time, any place.

Faces, staring out from subway cars,
Wide-eyed, filled with desperation,
And that was me, your brother.

Turn, and walk on by,
And so would I,
Like any other
Any time, any place.

Faces, staring out from Third World slums,
Wide-eyed children calling, “Mister?”
And that was me, your sister.

You don’t know my name;
It’s no disgrace;
It’s not your business
At this time, at this place.

Faces, lying in the killing fields,
Wide-eyed faces filled with horror,
And that was us, your children.

You don’t know my name;
You know my face…
You’ve seen it somewhere,
Any time, any place.