Come forth children
Wiping thy weeping eyes
While I hold you in my bosom
At the ramshackled scenery.
Weep not children.
Wipe thy eyes though they behold corpses-
Squashed bodies of loved ones:
Though I weep, I call thee to me
And I shall hug you to sleep
While singing my lullaby.
Oh the littered town? Corpses asleep-
The sidewalks filled with rescuers’ prizes-corpses:
Sirens weeping in the rain, rescue workers working to death:
Oh! Children, weep not of the dead,
But weep for the Earth.