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Iyov Natsareth Poem
Written on the:
(Biblical Calendar) 14th Day of the 7th Month, 5775
(Gregorian Calendar) 27th of September, 2015
The archway with candles lit around it
Illuminating it's hollow beyond the mass grave
Of fallen bodies of men, women and children
Who lie peacefully in prominence.
A widow sheds a tear,
Dressed in black
With a veil shadowing her face,
She weeps until her eyes bleed
And until the ground is soaked with her sorrows.
Dusk settles
The sun deviates it's reflection from the bodies of the fallen,
And once again the darkness reigns for twelve hours
Where evil revels it's deceitful intervention.
The moon is arrayed in it's light
But the dust and smoke of buildings bombed
And houses torched, engulfs the beauty of it's resurrection,
With the smell and taste of somberness and melancholy
Stained with the absence of death and vile.
Copyright © Iyov Natsareth | Year Posted 2015
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Iyov Natsareth Poem
Written on the:
(Biblical Calendar) 21st Day of the 10th Month, 5776
(Gregorian Calendar) 31st of December, 2015
Sometimes I wonder,
When will this war of Armageddon end?
How many lives has this war taken?
And souls growing weary through spiritual battles
Hard to comprehend.
Another year has passed,
Another chapter inscribed
In the book of our lives.
Not a day goes by
Where death, famine and pestilence
Conquers the world, as the human race slowly dies.
When shall there ever be peace in the world,
Where nations drop their weapons and forsake their greed,
To surrender in trustworthiness and love.
How long shall the curse destroy us?
And shed one anther's blood.
Cursed is the ground for our sake;
Past, present future -
We live hopeless days without love.
Copyright © Iyov Natsareth | Year Posted 2015
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