The courthouse wall’s of burnished granite
shamefully on display
The “courts” have justified our hearts hardening . . . as stone
our Holy scriptures explain – – –
something about a millstone around the neck,
of those who’d harm a little one.
Silent screams escape now, crying from their bones
telling a story which brings us to the end of days …
Moloch has returned, demanding sacrifices
No one seems to know … what dark moonless night it was,
when evil crept in . . . we just know, she is comfortable here
She resides here, this unseen evil, in our midst
No one speaks of her, nor even mention she exists
In this thick blinding, bloodly mist …
no one sees clearly … no one dares to speak;
it’s hard to catch our breath.
As they pass by, not one … will even risk a glance … we cannot.
God knows every one of these little ones;
He, Himself can no longer … put up with this,
It’s only right that we should cry, and fear!