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.
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