Run Like Hell

Those who take captivity
Those who slice siblings with
Those who rip raw
     their ready rivals,
Those who burn the bones
     of brothers,
Those who laugh at the law
     of the Lord,
Those who pant after the pulp
     of this planet,
I am weighed down by your sin
     in My face.

I will not turn away from your
I cannot.

The swift will not just be slowed,
     they will be stopped.
The powerful will not just become
They will become pitiable.

There will no escape,
Except to flee naked,
     as if that would help.
Cast off your clothes and
     run like hell.

Amos 1 and 2

Included in the Parade
of Prophets 4 collection.

by J Alan R
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