If, when this awful thing is done
And I am cast upon some foreign earth
To wander senselessly among the slaughtered,
Gather up the fragments of my soul
And build it piece on piece again
Into a thing fit for God to behold,
Will you be there to watch with kindly eyes
And make a friendly place of death and ruin?
Written by Pauli Murray (1910-1985)
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