If "Vengeance is mine saith the Lord," whose mouths are filled with retribution?

By all our wits we have survived, and lived unto these years
But nothing in this violence freed relieves us of this fear:
Each anguished heart that calls beyond, deliverance from its pain,
A God that renders faith that's drawn from those who must remain.
No mirror calls this blood to flow, no eye for eye is drawn,
Within our love we rise above, within our hate we're gone.

lloyd marbet, 9-18-01