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He took away the cover,
On the day you looked to weapons;
The forest house to discover,
Of the armor that it beckons.
You saw breaches of the city,
Collected water from the pool;
Gathered together a pity,
Some people are such a fool.
You counted, numbered the houses,
And broke down the fortified wall;
Seeing of how many spouses,
Depressed and had started to fall.
You made a reservoir with walls,
For the water of the old pool;
But you do not see the pitfalls,
That God sees in every fool.
You looked not to Him who did it,
Or see Him who planned long ago;
That was fashioned for His merit,
So that all the people will know.
In that day the Lord, God of Hosts,
Called for mourning and the weeping;
Girding up for baldness and boasts,
Wearing sackcloth while sleeping.
Behold the joy and the gladness,
Slaying oxen and killing sheep;
Drinking of wine stops the sadness,
Makes easier to fall asleep.
So let us go to eat and drink,
For tomorrow we surely die;
No needing for trying to think,
No need to even reason why.
This transgression shall not be purged,
Iniquities not be atoned;
Until the day death will be surged,
As people dies when they are stoned.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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