Six thousand bags are coming here-
death surrounds us, front and rear.
Yet in the midst of grief and pain
let us not from joy abstain.
Celebrate the lives we shared.

Papers show our tempers flared;
people beaten, killed for how
they look or dress.  Do not allow
all this to multiply in hate;
we all must heal.  It's not too late.

We will rebuild, but first to find
all who are trapped, dead or alive.
for them we must, with them we will for all eternity survive.