Every night I cried and thought why ?

 Now that I am old and the great leader does not listen. I told the world that the man was evil. I grew up with a grandmother, that taught me the great thought. I knew I stuttered and I cried and I played. My voice was quiet and not known. In my early teens I read the books of saints and wondered why the world did not listen. In the movies they had news reels, and they said and I saw Ghandi and Hitler, Ghandhi sitting and spinning cloth and Hitler standing tall and his arm stretched in his wicked strength. I saw the reels of war on islands, fire burning into the cave of mankind. I was young and I wondered why, I cried at night to sleep. Every night I cried and thought why and went to sleep.