Kingdoms and countries fill the earth,
King and Queen, Prince and Princess wisely
Reign empire with providence sovereignty,
Royal rank, authority, and power with ties key.
Ancient Egyptian Empire also Hittite and Babylonian
Large empires Assyrian, Persian, and Median realms prong,
World of Roman Empire ruled for centuries long,
Carolingian Empire reigning in the old-world throng.
New world Incan and Mayan Empire taken over
Spanish Empire liked the gold and shipped to their king,
British Empire the sun never set grew far and wide
Austria-Hungary large European kingdom covering wing.
American and Canada countries in growth
Switzerland selling Swiss chocolate welcome sweet tooth,
Israel, Ireland, Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania independent
Australia, Portugal, Italy countries display the voting booth.
There’s a cult fever chill
in the Assyrian air
Coven chants of Rabshakeh croaks
are placebo heard
‘round the alabaster oval frond
Toadie tongues swallow
swarm of fly words,
a-blowing Nineveh ill
Maggot tone larvae of lies
carried on an opiate pulse wind,
which conscience kill
Smell the fetid emanations
a-blowing siren shrill
Sickening Jareb adulation
has an electromagnetic vibration —
An idolized fealty feel
o’er a static opaque Ivory pond
Such a graven attraction!
A tubular ill wind is a-blowing:
Pinocchio sparrows
love to sniff
the parrot vespers —
This Shalman spoiled scent
is so bow, vile vapor bent
A burnt brass odor that don’t spit relent
Tempestuous Tiglath thoughts
got those sluice echo, Beth-aven tadpoles
desiring flagellated more
So woe much more
odious,
Pul windpipe pestilence
An unpalatable breeze message sent:
Let Sennacherib penny pus lips
sordid profit kiss
the covetous wound not cured
Underground bunker earworms
love to listen
to the Archie messaging
Rapt in their sheltered atomic blast,
dreamy past rewind,
they snore ignore
their borrowed time destiny
On a seethe countdown crawl,
they uranium breed much cesium fungi
Cloven mushroom tongues that fire breathe
pestilent spores of destruction —
Dark clouds of cellular division
is the Adam-splitting condition
that expands collapsing global economies
Jagged sandworm teeth,
with the overturned hourglass underbelly,
are insular wielding their unstable weaponry
They devour the olive green leaf of peace
with carnivorous cankerworm ease
Fear lovers of violent pleasures
take heed
Eve of extinction
comes upon the cause careless
like a thief
New Assyrian society,
oh how their Sennacherib hearts
Stone Age bleed —
The time space for repentance
is near zero,
needle point ticking
A conscience prick seems only to get
their radioactive rage attitude a-burrowing
Crawling deeper into the crass core of their cobalt being,
their wormwood deeds are Nineveh calling
Venezuelans have taught me to laugh
Assyrian refugees how to cry
Russians have taught me diligence
Hindus to face hard times with a sigh
Koreans have taught me courtesy
Thais a sense of wonder
Mongolians have taught me love of country
Africans that they are NOT down under
Greeks have taught me exuberance
Turks a sense of humor
Saudis have taught me humility
Romanians, not to believe mere rumors
My job is to teach them all English, as best I can
The truth is that they have taught me, how to be a good man!
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Strong Syrians at war against the Israelites
Yet followed a period of peace
Though no threat was posed, an enemy arose, from a foreign land
Fear drew in, the Assyrian king, was set to conquer all
Armies assembled from the border-land
O’ Ninevah city, a promised place
Radical residence of idol worshippers
Servers not of the living God, of what would become
A change of ways, lest they be destroyed
A chosen prophet foreseeable and called
A request to Jonah, awake the city
Of mercy and pity, to repent of their sins
Journey to Ninevah, look to the east
Actions opposed, a sail to the west, unaware of God’s test
An intention to hide, full of pride, he fell asleep
Yet on the ship, with sailors equipped, a storm arose
Wallowing winds, a stormy sea, a presumptuous plea
A cast of lots, on Jonah fell
Storm was sent on his account
Duly dashed into the sea, right into the belly of a fish was he
Three days and nights, afore dry land
Go tell the people of Ninevah
Preach the message, be undeterred
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
The Beheading of Nînwe
Ninwe is the ancient Syriac name for Mosul
(not to be confused with the ancient Assyrian city of Nineveh)
Burned books
Dead poets
Dark ages of Mosul
Smattered relics
Islamic horrors
Dark ages of Mosul
Education denied
Blind minds cutting out eyes
Dark ages of Mosul
Evil hearts
Dark Souls
Rulers in Mosul
The golden age of Islam long ago
Evil winds have blown
Now they live in darkness
In Burka tears
Fear
For years
Crucified Christians
Run run run
The museum is closed in Mosul
The sun had grown dark on that fearful day
When Rabshakah, the Assyrian entered the fray;
Their armor and weapons glittered like gold
As they surged ’cross the plains to storm Israel’s fold.
But Hezekiah the king sought the Lord in prayer
To beseech God Almighty, His mercy to share;
The Lord would respond, then gave His command
To smite the Assyrian and deliver the land.
The Assyrian hordes were filled with flawed pride
Their faith in false gods, their treacherous guide;
They mounted their horses to charge for the gain
In their lust for the power that would end in pain
For the angel of death smote Sennacherib’s camp
And the fires of war were put out like a lamp;
The fields of green grass were transformed to a flood
That flowed on the ground as rivers of blood.
The legions lay dead with their eyes opened wide
And the host of their horses lay dead at their side;
The wind stole their cry from the pride of their breath
And gave its revenge in the silence of death.
The sons and the wives in their sorrow now weep
For the sickle of death had a harvest to reap;
The battle was won by the grace of the Lord
Who humbles the proud with the truth of His Word.
Isaiah 36 and 37
My mind is euphoric from scenes historic
Assyrian chariots innovative wheels bristling Mesopotamian plains
Paring the ranks of each, dated infantry formation
In Greece, anesthetizing anvil of the Dorian invasion
Glorious bronze relics supplanted by cheaper iron distillation
Persian armies: Greek hoplites, Scythian archers; mercenary aggrandization
Shrinking rebel hordes in Asia Minor's wars of attrition
The venal nature of imperial Rome's persuasion
Crucifying a few, targeted rebels for cultural ingratiation
Devout, gentile Europeans crusading to Biblical heritage's door
Defacing cross with predations in route, arriving uplifting banner 'gainst infidel Moor
Normans in hordes splashing across the chilly, English channel tides
Under William the Conqueror's mantra, bridging the Anglo-Saxon divide
Foraging through time's annals
Peering through the faded panels
Catching a glint through corroded channels
Seeking the sallowing bridges to re-enamel
Shuffling along desert lanes beaten down by Assyrian
chariot trains
Walking subsumed Royal Persian road, linking cultural
chains
Striding through exhumed Alexandrian cities'
ethnocentric strains
Strolling pebbled Roman boulevards accentuated by
aqueduct drains
Riding the Mongolian steppes listening to the murderous
refrains
Traipsing through gold-crowned Ottoman mosques
sprouting Christian veins
Lumbering penitently along Via Dolorosa grasping
sacrificial blood stains
Babylon's Rising
I made my way to the grocery store
just like I did so many times
in the years before
asked the baker for some fresh unleavened bread
he looked at me as if to say what for
then one in the isle looked up with a smile
as he was moping the floor
pointed to a box on the shelf and said
"for you our finest cardboard"
upset the baker said,
"we have no time for it mister
we are busy making cakes with eggs and jellybeans
and we have to be done in time for Easter"
Baal and his bride must be very proud
dwelling in the promised land like her master
hunting eggs an Assyrian tradition
and traditions give Gods their honor
for this I fear
that our ancient past will become our future
and the promised land will be laid waste
for we prefer the Gods of another
Babylon's rising
and those who wear her number
are the same
as those who give her strength and power
who will walk away
walk away
walk away
who will come and walk with me today
and in the spirit I pray
that our children will be OK
and understand the things that I say
that they might inherit my lord's kingdom
after the judgment day