Is there hope of finding refuge?
Has no ark as yet been built
To save us from the coming deluge?
A shield to break the blade at hilt?
Will rains allay the conflagration
Lest it char our cherished town?
Must we lose our noble nation
To careless follies of our own?
Is there not a God above us?
Has He left us to our fate?
Is there no one left to love us?
Is repentance now too late?
There is but for us to turn
From our plunders in the past
Never more to waste and spurn
A single fragment of the clast.
And perhaps with wisdom’s sorrow
We’ll in sorrow see the path
To a merciful tomorrow
And dissuade the coming Wrath.