Heaven's shattered mirror

Creator thy world is too delicate,

pieces of broken glass cut another

shall the seed of love ever germinate,

when there is blood in the soil we call mother.

Thy daughter calls to you with her clothes torn,

thy name tarnished by liar's saintly robe

thy names divided, do you see and mourn,

thy children dead lie scattered on the globe.

leaders leading to pits of hate and hell,

are we but thine failed experiment

thee has become a trade, thy colours fight,

the spending of thy name extravagant.

Thine shattered mirror, does thee see thyself,

am I talking to you or to myself...