In the streets are broken fences, in the night are running feet,

Shattered glass and fires become common in the street.

Hold we up in little caverns, stray we out with covered face,

The seeds of fear are planted, and where is nurtured grace?

Shall we see – we lurk in fear – the sprouting ruins – we lurk in fear,

Can we plant – we shutter in – a better tommorrow – we shutter in.

Hide your face and hold your breath;

We know not how to end the death.

“The GOVERNMENT! The GOVERNMENT!” Cries all the earth,

Come search and find that to which we’ve given birth.

Now stands up America – a comic act portrayed,

All the rest are watching for they all have been waylaid.

And while the watch the show goes on, and power grows elsewhere;

Oppression reigns in Babylon, perhaps we should go there?

(Don’t notice, don’t notice; hide your face, and hold your breath.)

Can we find our helper, can we this retrieve? How to end the death?

On the whisp’rings of the wind –

Our hearts art torn, we turn again.

Unsteady as the churning sea,

Our hearts within turn to flee.

Then build we up our feeble towns,

And stack we high our vaunted crowns.

The earth is still, the earth is one;

We scavengers do fight and run.

What we do and what we see

Reflected here in you and me.

And these, too, are seeds – they will grow.

In the hidden, and the secret valley where the River flows,

I heard a voice call out to me, and tell me how it goes.

Preach the Word, declare the Truth, and end the viscious ways,

If we instead we plant the Gospel, we will see some better days.

‘Be not decieved, God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.’ (Galatians 6:7 & 8)