In a week and in a day,
Filled with pain and misery,
We sat and took stock of all,
Found the most sick of all.
Baring their teeth, licking our blood,
Hatred flowing in their veins,
Pestilence flowing in their brains.
Sat us, numb and sick and sad,
Near this river of bigotry;
And found some hope floating around,
Ragged and torn and tired and thin,
Yet, alive and kind and full of love
and it was worth all this living along.