The land wants blood,
the soil thirsts for it—
The time of relative peace
has made the baked cracks
run deep,
now it demands
anointment.
Already we can hear the rumblings in the earth affecting the minds of men;
The land wants blood, the soil thirsts, and it will be fed, Oh Lord,it will be fed.
Can we not renew its thirst for water or has it grown fat on this human delicacy which we feed it,
unsatiated, with both abundant ease, and a little pleasure.