Of the children perishing for bread?
Born in fear, not love, and daily dying,
Cursed of God, they think, but cursed of you instead?
Do you hear the women praying, oh my brothers?
Hear the oft-repeated burden of their prayer—
Hear them asking for one boon above all others—
Not for vengeance on the wrongs they have to bear;
But imploring, as their Lord did, "God forgive them,
For they know not what they do;
Strike the sin, but spare the sinners—save them"—