A Jeremiad For Our Times
Alas! O woe! Jeremy, Jeremy,
Will gloom make you your own worst enemy?
Now is the time to recall your own name,
which was once shared by a prophet of fame.
He purchased a plot in the besieged Holy Land
though soon it would fall to the enemy's hand.
Though suffering sorely in a foul and dark mire
from his noble mission he refused to retire.
He never gave way to cruel Babylon;
the resolute prophet just carried on.
When the way ahead is painful and long
turn lamentation into a great song.
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