sitting in the ashes of a civilization fallen
the poor - like zombies - sunken eyes, stomaches pained and swollen
widows weeping, hearts abandoned - no one is coming home
destination doesn't matter
aimlessly we roam.
clinging to the ruins of a civilization lost
selling souls to prosper not considering the cost
we sold our children to pay debts that now are coming due
in poverty they join us.
Lord, what can we do?
Rebuild this rubble.
Father in heaven
Hallowed be your name
Your kingdom come
Your will be done
May earth and heaven be the same
Gives us this day our daily bread
Forgive us all our sins
As we do one another
Over evil, let grace win