Jerusalem
The holy city prized for ancient fame
With silent walls she wails in agony
For centuries ungodly conflicts reign
Her priests and prophets mourn captivity
Unqueened, for her ravished sanctuary
Political pawn is what she became
Religious and unfeigned hypocrisy
Heads bow in shame for peace is just a name
Her greatest prize in heart became fine gold
A temple filled with tithe-less thieves that thrive
Bequeathed birthright unto strangers sold
Laid desolate, deflowered and deprived
Thy dwellings of delight are destitute
Beggars of foul bread find most ill repute
The heritage they trade as prostitutes
Depravity reaps a most bitter fruit
As massive towers shadow in thy streets
Fools gather by thy royal portico
And void of wisdom did the master meet
In blindness as Siloam's waters flow
While empires rose and fell upon thy feet
Which fought in vain a rebel struck the goad
The day had come when thy true monarch meet
Sweat, blood and tears flowed from thy olive grove
And until then thy holy place lay bare
That hollow hearts may find his presence there
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2018
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