Fallen Pillars
Fallen Pillars
Palpitating quietly in my Gaza,
with nothing left to hold your attention,
as the maidens of this world vanish like morning mist,
leaving me in this vast echo chamber.
My expectations return in tears, watching my treasures heaped in ruins,
kingdoms torn, with not one stone left upon another,
while I sift through the bones of those who owe no grave a burial.
Conquered without mercy,
made a spectacle for fortune hunters,
who trade my penury for wealth
and profit from their crocodile tears.
My people, scattered among the nations,
shall surely worship me in Jerusalem.
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