For Love in the Cities

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.

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