Mere rags of children prowl about the street, And lurk in gutters seeking food like strays, They live in lonely lofts and alley ways -- Stunned orphans, shocked by war -- emerge -- retreat -- In storm and cold, the sound of rushing feet Means children stumbling through a hunger craze! The youth of China beg -- when hope decays -- And fear of starving grips -- they rob to eat! Avenge, avenge, O God, all lust and greed -- Humanity is hung upon a cross, With babies crushed beneath a grinding heel! Somehow may sacrificial love succeed In washing out the hate and blinding dross -- Divine must be the love to melt the steel! |