Like a broken shell, our world has cracked
Whose the foot that heavily did tread?
Now we wander in this City sacked
Once worlds break how can we bring them back?
Must we mourn until our hearts are fed?
Like a pretty shell, our world has cracked
Where once stood towers the buildings lie down flat
A jagged silence taunts from overhead
As we wander in this City sacked
What New Messiah can find and love the gap?
Who will give the wine and whose the bread?
Like a cockleshell, our world has cracked
The death of God in Auschwitz on the Rack
The torture of the Arabs, children bleed
We cry out , the slouching beast is back
Did we ever think of those in need?
The children of the genocide still plead
Like a broken shell, the world has cracked
Now we stumble,blind to what we lack