God bless the tiny children
Who have died in this ordeal
May they never know the hatred
That a killer's heart must feel
Bless their gentle innocence
The lives they could have had
Their hopes, their dreams, their families
And those now feeling sad
Bless those who survive them
Who have risked the lives they know
To rescue all the stranded
And the injured from their woe
God bless our country's leader
Give him strength to help us all
To get beyond the anger
Of this ugly, rigid wall
And, God, please bless the wicked
Cleanse their hearts, their souls today
True 'humans' don't kill others
Or take precious life away
In Memory of the Fallen of the
Oklahoma City Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building
(4-19-1995)
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