Amidst the plague amidst the blight
Here in the darkness of the night
A million people lying dead
Could it have been otherwise instead?
What have we wasted? So much we lost
Upon the seas of tempest tossed
And for what? What have we won?
What will they say when all is done?
Selfish to a breaking point
Looking to ourselves anoint
And to the poor we turned away
So far from justice we went astray
An era gone it's hard to reckon
Dear god I pray please do us beckon
What should we think? What must we be?
How can we find some sanctuary
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