May 4, 1998
Our Children’s Blood
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The blood of our sons our strong and silent youth
The blood of our daughters fair maidens thrown to hatred’s lust
The hope of our years lost embed within this restless soil from which now grow lives of other form indifferent to their lot and ours who mourn their loss today
They would have us give up these lives betray the love for which they died they know not what they ask I cannot my child lies beneath that field we cannot forget the love of life that caused that death |
The blood of our sons our strong and vibrant youth
The blood of our daughters fair maidens for a husband’s love
The hope of our years live blood yet flows their pulsing veins from which may grow lives of younger years their joy parental love and ours praise God! They live today!
They would have us give up these lives betray the love for which they live they know not what they ask I cannot my child plays upon that field we cannot permit the hate of life to cause their death |
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I heard on the news today about how Britain and America are encouraging Israel to give up yet more land in order to assure peace.
And thought “How dare they! Their sons did not die. Their daughters were not harmed. They know not what they ask.”
Surely the blood of children dead demands to be remembered.
Then I saw the other side.
And thought “How dare they! Their sons must not die Their daughters must not be harmed. To retain a land that in time will pass.”
Surely the blood of children living demands to be preserved. |
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