Part 8

You have wronged for the Day, you have longed for the Day That lit the awful flame. ’Tis nothing to you that hill and plain Yield sheaves of dead men amid the grain; That widows mourn for their loved ones slain, And mothers curse thy name.

But after the Day there’s a price to pay For the sleepers under the sod, And He you have mocked for many a day-- Listen and hear what He has to say: “Vengeance is mine; I will repay.” What can you say to God?