And did they cry to that all knowing God
When gas and shrapnel filled the fêted air?
They trampled broken bodies in the sod
And all the world was sickened with despair.
And did they prey in shelters underground
While all around the shattered city fell?
They dug for hours for children never found
And wondered at their sin to earn such hell.
And did they bow before mysterious ways
While suffocating in that poison shower?
They fell like weeds most innocent of days
But knew no chosen mercy in those hours.
And did they sing in thanks that all was done
While dancing on the terror stricken earth?
Their promise was, the prize of peace was won,
Today our dead bear witness to its worth.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.