Psalm of Some Homeless Old Testament Prophet

What have you done to your eager young sons where will they hide now from the searing sun and what Jordan river will wash off their pain your gods were forgotten in your hurry to aim and the holiest of places are no longer within reaching and the hopes of the many are drowned by the foolish we grow feckless and fearful and can no longer see them their books are unread and unuttered forever this infection grows scabs all over our bodies and the fairest of faces turns a dark ugly pallor our thoughts are distorted by soulless mad leaders and our fields are grown weary of growing our bounty and winds bringing clouds never release their waters and the dry, warring fields of faraway places are filled with fresh holes of the people who walked there and we never once lifted a hand to defend them and the sand in our faces we'll never inherit and the righteous bold fruits of the mighty have rotted their tongues of salvation are shriveling inside them and the voices of liberty are empty and hollow may the god of our fathers bring ashes and sorrow and the end is a welcome change to our blood letting the rivers that watered and cooled and once fed us are swirling in angry revenge all around us a pillar of salt is all that is left standing.