All I ask of God
That indifferent to pain I won’t be
That a dried-up death will not find me
Alone and empty without acting sufficiently
All I ask of God
That indifferent to unfairness I won’t be
That my other cheek will not be struck rudely
After a claw has mauled my destiny
All I ask of God
That indifferent to injustice I won’t be
If one traitor can do more than so many
That the many won’t forget so easily
All I ask of God
That indifferent to war I won’t be
It’s a montrous boot that crushes with no mercy
The meager innocence of the needy
All I ask of God
That indifferent to deception I won’t be
If one traitor can do more than so many
That the many won’t forget so easily
All I ask of God
That indifferent to the future I won’t be
Of the dispossesed who had to cruelly flee
To a different culture forcefully