The weapons are still traded
The piles of rubble still grow
The bodies still lie unburied
The captives are still captive
The silence is still deafening
The impunity still protected
The little town
Is anything but still
Christ is still in the rubble
The weapons are still traded
The piles of rubble still grow
The bodies still lie unburied
The captives are still captive
The silence is still deafening
The impunity still protected
The little town
Is anything but still
Christ is still in the rubble