Across our planet earth
there bleed the wounds of war,
with livelihoods destroyed
and cherished homes no more;
the people flee,
abused and scarred
and travelling far,
poor refugees.
Across our planet earth
the wounds of war go deep
with generations taught
their national myths to keep.
And wealth accrues –
who make the shells
their shares do well,
they seldom lose.
Our damaged planet earth
a victim of our greed,
where anger, fear and hate
drown out the victims’ pleas.
When shall we see
a blessed peace,
where wars have ceased,
and unity?
Upon our planet earth
a prisoner hung on high;
The Powers had him killed,
the crowd yelled “Crucify”
but in his death,
that we might live
he cried “forgive”,
his dying breath.
Your kingdom come on earth;
may this be more than prayer,
so may we live and give
and work for justice here;
May we do right –
Lord, make us those
whose actions show
your shafts of light.
Peter Reiss (1962- ), Tune: My song is love unknown, John Ireland (1879-1962).
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