One thing about roaring like a Lion,
Greater notice is achieved when a roar
     is from an actual one.

From atop the walls of abject fear
     I see the enemy advancing,
I scream and shout for all I'm worth,
     but no one milling in the village below
          seems to give a hang or firth.

The enemies' chariots of war, drawn by
     the likes of donkeys and camels, rile not
          the citizenry to battle mode.

To hearts of I could care less than less,
     the watchman more than did his job,
And while the horsemen did full charge,
     God threw down their graven images;
Babylon nonetheless became no more.

Isaiah 21

by J Alan R
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