Misty-Eyed Maiden Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Oh! Misty-eyed maiden!
Your lovely eyes laden with tears.
You weep for your unborn babes
As when Rachel weepeth for her children.

The hour cometh speedily
When your flowing tears
Will mingle with the dust
And be trampled under many feet.

'Twill be useless to cry then,
For men of great avarice
Doth ascend the thrones
Of this fallen world.

So then, cry on misty-eyed maiden;
Weep your heart out,
For soon 'twill all be over
And that terrible holocaust come!