Weep for The Children

How do you look into the eyes of a starving child and turn away?

Shut your ears to small screams at night,

Precious Ignorance.

Close your dear eyes to the dying man,

Safely Ignorant.

Sad, sad world lit with blazing souls; growing darker now-

Dying cut out from this sad world.

Bloody hands like those of Christ,

Wrapped around a tender neck.

Look now upon the sleeping woman so cold,

Watching through dull eyes as Christ walks away.

Broken glass carresses the little feet of the singing children.

Sad little world where the children die.

Sigh and blame your God, precious Ignorance.

Blame your God for the roaming Christ; sing now to Heaven with the bleeding children.

Close your sweet eyes, Quiet Ignorance.

Mighty Lord turn thou South to look upon your Bloody Christ.

Ravaged bodies, no salvation, no hope-

Only pain in the little toolshed where not Satan but Christ beats us.

Punishment for the sins of others; little weeping children.