by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
blood and concrete turn to dust
flames consume bodies encrust
steel bends bows and falls to crash
makes of those below grey trash
pinned as those remain call out
telephones ring for their shout
cannot see rescue victim
heat that kills goes past the brim
fear and sadness grip the world
yet still words of hate are hurled
who deserves to die for this
Love, pull us away from hiss
hatred makes between clenched teeth
hoarse throats shout to crush beneath
one large boot a nameless foe
one, another, we don't know
kill, revenge
or turn away
did You ask revenge that Day
comfort promise living hope
into Your hands dead elope
those remaining scream with rage
must be shown another page
Heaven is the perfect place
earth the test for Your poor race
call, collect those gone astray
Love, show us again Your way
