| Bloodied or known no more?
No time to man the fort.
Too late to watch the road.
Well past girding your flanks.
The enemy's swords glitter
in the
distance.
Their chariot wheels rumble
over
rock-strewn ground.
Their horse's hooves clop
as they
gallop down the city street.
The noise of whips and warrior
yells
you will not greet.
Bodies beyond number lay
broken.
Countless corpses no longer
cry.
Blood runs like rivers in
the pouring
rain.
It shall come to pass
that all who look upon you
will exclaim aghast:
The once pretty city disfigured
now.
Bloody, smoldering, thrashed.
Or would you rather travel
chained together in a train,
Stumbling in your long walk
from what you called home,
Your palaces dissolved,
and your walls behind strewn
like mere rocks on the ground.
Empty, desolate, ruin.
I AM against you.
One way or the other,
I will lift your skirts
over your heads,
And show the world
your sinful nakedness.
Unbelievable filth
will be upon you.
You will be vile to all
eyes
that see,
Or they will never know
you were ever there.
Bleed or flee.
You choose.
I AM against you.
Nahum 2 and 3
Included in the Parade
of Prophets
7
collection. |
