MOSES OF TODAY

THE BURNING BUSH THAT MOSES SAW
TO WHICH DID HE BOW LOW
IT WAS NOTHING BUT THE BURNING HEARTS
OF THOUSANDS'N THOUSANDS WHO FELL APART.
THE HEART THAT BLAZED WHEN TERRORIST SLAIN,
INNOCENT YOUNGSTERS AND POOR OLD CHAPS.
IT WAS NOT JUST THEIR HEART ALONE , BUT
ALSO BURNED THEIR LOVE , THEIR HAPPINESS AND
THEIR DREAMS UNLIMITED AND THAT STILL WAS NOT ALL.
THERE LAY THEIR DEAREST KINS IN COFFINS
OF SHATTERED HOPES, STRENGTH AND LOVE.
WASN'T HE PAYING HOMAGE TO GOD'S LIVELY CREATION,
THE MAN, HE CREATED WITH SO FULL OF EMOTION.
OH, I FORGET; WASN'T IT THE GOD IN THE BURNING BUSH,
WHO WISHED TO FREE THE EGYPTIAN SLAVES.
BUT AREN'T WE TOO SLAVES, THE SLAVES OF KNOWN
AND UNKNOWN FEAR, THRUST DEEP IN US.
WHO KNOWS WHEN COMES THE UNTIMELY DEATH,
THERE EXPLODES A BOMB BENEATH US IN A BUS,
WHO KNOWS WHEN A BULLET SHOOTS UP FROM
SOMEWHERE MY SCREAMS AND CRIES FOR HELP.
THIS FEAR, I THINK TAKES THE TOLL,
AND HENCE DOES THE HUMANITY FALL.
OH, LORD ARE YOU STILL THERE IN SOME BURNING BUSH
I THINK, YES, THERE YOU ARE , FOR YOU LOVE US SO,
OH! IF ONLY MY POOR EYES COULD SEE YOU LORD.
SEEING ALL THE SLAUGHTER MY EYES HAVE GONE SORE.
I KNOW YOU HAVE FOR US SOME DEFINITE PLAN ,
WAITING FOR MOSES, YOU THE FIRE CLAD.
BUT YOUR INSTRUMENT FOR PEACE IS NO MORE
FOR HE TOO WOULD SEE AK47 AND MISSILE AND GO AFORE.
O LORD! BURN IN THE HEART OF THE YOUTH
HIS POWER MIGHT BE THE CORRECT WAY
PEACE AND WAR AT HIS HAND THERE LAY
GOD, MAKE HIM THE MOSES OF TODAY.