“A voice was heard in Ramah,
weeping and loud lamentation,
Rachel weeping for her children;
she refused to be comforted, because they are no more.”
The pointless murders of our youth –
The weeping mothers’ calls –
The heartache, pain, and mourning vast –
You see and hear them all?
We sit in our desperate shape,
In utter filth and shame.
Blood covering our little ones.
Who can and do we blame?
Where did we stray? Where do we go?
Who does these hateful deeds?
Who mends our broken hearts with hope?
Who knows to fill our need?
Oh God, please hear our dire pleas.
Our wounds and pains attend.
Our world in darkness cries for you.
Bring light! Make darkness end!