1. How long must we cry out
till justice rolls down like a river? How long will this night last,
and when will we all be together?
Teach me to do what is right:
work in the darkness, trust in the light.
And may love be the path I walk upon.

2. How long will these bombs fall,
and bodies get twisted and broken?
How long will these voices
keep shouting loud insult and slogan?

3. How long? Will your creatures be trampled,
degraded forever?
How long must we cry out
till justice rolls down like a river?

Robin Mann © 2001

2021 - Where do we go from here?

Breezin' along in my Japanese coupe, breezin' along with the windows down. The dog keeps sniffing the air - he's got an empty head but he's alright. We've got time to spare, time to get where, we don't know, and who cares?

And the days go fast and the nights go faster
Lord, where do we go from here?
Lord, where do you want me to be? (© Robin Mann 1972)

Some questions keep on coming, and this is one of them.
The pandemic has put a hold on so much, and while Australia is in a better position than many, uncertainty remains.

Two weeks ago I  finished a song 'In the year that's coming'. It ends with:

May your love shine through us,
every day renew us,
keep on coming to us, 
stay with us
in the coming year.