Where Streets are Stained With Blood...

 

We live where streets are stained with blood

And even where the grass is green

A soldier’s body paid for us

To breathe the air of freedom’s sheen

Look down, look down; behold your feet

One in the cradle, one the grave

Look up; look up, for only He

Is God and mighty yet to save

The gutters swell with evil’s flood

Where hatred, hurt and hunger wail

A brother spills his brother’s blood

It seems the gates of hell prevail

We stagger low beneath the grief

Of Ramah; here our children die

Before they breathe; their right to live

Decided by a 'mercy-lie'

The roar of guns deploys its noise

The river runs dark and blood-red

Daughter or son is everyone

And love will mourn her precious dead

For love, this universal thread

Will bind and heal hate’s wretched wounds

Look down, look down, there lies our dread

Look up, look up, His love abounds

We live where streets are stained with blood

And gutters surge with filth and fear

We live where our forefathers stood

To face the Foe; love brought us here

And hate can never slay the One

For God is Love; He will prevail

Look up; someday hate will be done

But Love will never, ever fail

© Janet Martin