Their infants’ eyes

Both blinded  and enchanted by the light,
Sidelong like the glances of a spy.
I saw a flock of geese high on their flight

The Hebrew slaves from Egypt in their plight
Left with little but their infants wise,
Wandering in the desert’s heat and light

 

Oh, easy is it for the birds to reach the heights
While refugees can suffer, drown and die
I saw a  dozen swans pass on their flight

For the poor,  there are few equal rights
And mothers with their little children cry
Both blinded  and diminished in the light

Will the Lord enchant us with delight,
Or punish our false greed till hearts ignite?
I saw a cloud of  angels show His might

As we live on the earth like parasites
Forgot not that revenge may come by night.
Both wounded and entreated by the light,.
I saw  that we conformed without a fight