Caught in the sacrificial flames
That licked the heavens,
Burned but not burnt
Your brothers’ and sisters’ blood
Cries out to you from the ashes:
“Where is God,” they ask,
“Where is justice?”
The Lord answered:
Tempered in flame
a voice cried out from the wild,
“I am my brother’s keeper!”
Bearing the shield of righteousness;
wielding the sword of truth,
“Justice! Justice I shall pursue!”
A voice for the silenced.
A memory for the forgotten.
A promise to the wicked:
Judgment Day is at hand.