Now therefore, what do I have here,” declares the Lord, “seeing that My people have been taken away without cause?”
Taken away,
the children lost,
for no reason.
While we worried for them
We, harried and half asleep,
nod to the ones who creep
to nobly trash their souls
Never looked into the faces
Too busy on our phones
Truth as cheap as trash
Drowned in the blur
of Newspaper Headings and small talk,
(World is going on as before)
Same old same old...
Fields won by battle,
surrendered without a word,
travelling in a muddle
We muddle down the road
The Lord declares, “Those who rule over them howl, and My name is continually blasphemed all day long.
Therefore My people shall know My name;
When we sit among the ashes
wondering what went wrong
Surrounded by the bodies
Staring at our hands
When at last the worst has happened
We have nothing more to lose
Knowing we lost our Treasure
---Sold it for a song
When the captors inflict their jeers
We hear our lies in blackness
--Our eyes gouged out by spears---
Our own lies soft and fair
Will finally appear,
as they are...
Therefore in that day I am the one who is speaking, ‘Here I am.’”
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