Whilst sorrow’s wail burn thy throats of many;
Such horror consumes thee shaking cities
With thy callous souls, left the world empty
Only abhorrent feinds feel at ease.
Not once, not twice, thou never seems to stop;
Those tears rain from thy broken cheeks fall forth.
Onto grounds of ruin, e’erywhere it seems:
‘Round thee former green earth; south, east, west, north.
Weep, weep. We hold hands, for respect to needs.
Pray for Paris, Pray for Japan; Baghdad,
Beirut, Mexico. Respect lays to these.
Not dost ever forget what was then had;
For thy world yearns peace and fly thee a dove,
We look up as one, giving thy earth love.