Zambia World Wide

THE ENEMY AT OUR GATE

Anger, violence, a portrait in hate

The faces of terrorists knocked at our gate

Towers of strength rose to the skies

Then, in a moment of horror before our eyes

That nameless, faceless, enemy delivered its blow

Why? Why?  We ask over and over again

Who could nurture so much hate from within?

Were they fathers, husbands, brothers or sons?

Who were those nameless, hate-filled ones?

They perished with those they didn't even know

When you left that morning, I hope you were hugged

I pray loved ones told you how much you are loved

For in an instant, a moment filled with hate

Someone followed orders and decided on your fate

For those who love you, left behind, a cruel and crushing blow

We cry out, when will hate stop?  Where does this end?

It ends when our hearts call a stranger a friend

When we look to the skies and remember a Son

Who came to our earth and who loved everyone

Unconditionally, He gave His life, even for those who hated Him so

For those who lost their lives this tragic day

May your souls rest in the arms of our Lord

And for those who did this and lost their way

I pray your sons and daughters choose to bury your sword

For it is in that soil the seed of forgiveness and hope will grow...

Linda Hayes 2001 ©