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Chapbook:

“Jeremiah knew the story of dying nations,
Nations set for inglorious, ignominious demise
And herein lies our story, for we are set for cremations.
My city is about to die; it’ll no longer see the open skies.
And like the children of the tribe, we behold our Babylon.
Babylon comes with hands holding plumbs to measure.
They move with speed; distance measured in marathons.
Our Nebuchadnezzar is showing us his displeasure.
He’ll take no time to discern wheat from chaff;
The weeping mother, the crying infant, the purest maiden,
And those with hardened hand will have no cause to laugh.
I pray that the earth beneath our feet we’ll not abandon,
That the sky will recall our place in the eternal sun,
That we’ll not be forgotten by the Eternal One.”

© rl busséll 2018 – All rights reserved

3 comments on “Peace, Peace

  1. Wendy says:

    Think, think, thinking.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I’ll bet all the cities represented now by such ruins never imagined they cease to exist.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. rlbussell says:

      Indeed, indeed.

      Liked by 1 person

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