Lo-Ruhamah.
I sit by the fire, perfectly at ease,
There is a great quiet, a sweet earthly peace.
My heart is not troubled in these troubled times,
The tree frogs are chirping a melody devine.
There is nary a whisper of faraway wind,
The crows are all waiting for evening to bring
A blanket of darkness and a time to sleep
And dream of the springtime of flowers and greens.
The sparks are still rising, like prayers they rise
And petition Heaven for Evil’s demise.
The Father is angry and judgment He seeks,
A Nation He blessed much He no longer heeds.
The blood of the children, those killed in the womb
Accuse the killers from beyond the tomb.
He turns people over to their desires,
And they pine for CHANGES, for theft they aspire.
They lust and they covet, they don’t want to work,
They take what’s not theirs, plant no seeds in dirt.
They want the government to tax all the rich
And spend all the earnings of their grandkids.
Even that’s not enough, they rob the whole world
By printing currency, till it’s worth like dirt.
In conceit they steal, feel there’s naught to it
Till some dreary day they wake in Detroit
But if they repent and from evil ways part
The Father will send them a new Joan of Arc.
And their land will heal and they prosper again
And their country will be a light on a hill.
©.... aka Geezer Béla in Exile,
Nov 22, 2009, Mt Vernon ,
TX
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