Why
Why hasn't it risen, the powerful hymn?
Of thanksgiving, of eternal glory?
Have not the prayers of the humiliated been
heard?
The bereft of their possessions, the slandered, the
murdered, the tortured behind barbed wire?
He broke the teeth from the jaw devoured the
humble.
He overthrew the strong one who was to rule for centuries.
Monuments of boastful theory lie between nettles.
Darkness descended on the infallible empire.
Is it because generations waited for justice
in vain
That faith in superterrestrial verdicts has been
abandoned?
And the unending valley of faces deprived of
hope
Forbids rejoicing to those who are alive.
No Te Deum has been sung to praise the
Lord of Hosts.
The name of the Hidden God is being pronounced in
silence.
No painting represents the Warrior and shining
armor,
The one who strolls in white clouds over a battlefield.
Who says: "Mine is the punishing arm,
I choose the one day and the one hour in a thousand years."
We were safe behind the shield of his protection.
Misfortunes besieged us but did not prevail.
Where are the solemn assemblies of peoples
under a sky
pierced by the lightning of the One and Holy ?
Where is contrite meditation on His deed?
Fearful, they rub their eyes , knowing only
that there is no
limit to evil.
Enough to shout joyfully, and evil will return with force.
They still look for signs in the sky, for fiery
circles, rods
and crosses.
Remembering the word History, this second name of
safe to work to which is Annihilation.