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