God is in their sights

The still, small voice unheard, the hunt is on
The best are timid, while the worst run wild
God is in their sights and they have guns

With the early setting of the sun
Moths by burning torches are beguiled
The still, small voice a whisper,  haunted, stunned

Few have pity as large phones they scan
While  computers  eye the unborn child
God is  put to flight,  he has no guns

We must  be happy, evil is such fun.
See Jesus  with his mercy, love has failed
The still, small voice is lost, the hunt is on

As we wash our hands, the blood still clings
And from the sea  we hear  unearthly wails
God is in their sights ;watch, bullets, guns

Pittsburgh,Belsen, Krakow, Auschwitz hail!
The good  are tortured, while  the worst rule fools
The still, small voice unheard, the hunt is on
God is in their sights ; they  raise their guns…………..