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Where are the babes, a million strong
Who never saw the light of dawn or heard a
They cry out from their darkened tomb,
Wailing for their mothers womb,
Or, do they, like the hounds at bay,
Dog our footsteps day by day.
Reminding us, in shame, our nation
Challenged God in his creation.
Lead us back, O Holy One
And though our deeds cant be undone,
Put us on your righteous path,
Nevermore, this bloody bath.
Hannah (0018)
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