Why am I Here?

Baffled on the leaders' voice,
amidst the daily chores,
Few to hear, few to stare,
Few incited by the wise.

I needn't a stilt for it,
Neither a robust build,
I need your pledge my comrade,
Committed to the ordinary and common,

For those who suppress their voice to speak,
I need your sweat and throats,
For them who can't gasp,
I need you for the needy...

Manana, the clouds will clear,
With a ray of hope and grace,
Bring the best picture to the forehead,
And chase it unto the death.

Ask yourself, "Why am I here?"
-For this cause, oh dear!
Many to bear, many to care,
Many incited in disguise