“What, then, shall we do?”

When the nurturer needs nurturing

And the souls grown oh so tired

Oh so dredged and bone tired

When the warriors can war no more

And the activist can’t act

When hope seems bleak inside you

Is there a coming back

From “What, then, shall we do?”

When raised hands start to recoil

And all that could be tried

Has been all that has been tried

When the poles of flags have fallen

And become poles for caskets

When we’ve grown oh so tired

And oh so tired

Of trying to mask it….

“What, then?”

“What shall we do?”