by Gayl Miller
O Holy One of Israel,
Your desert blooms are fading fast
Parched and thirsty, withered and brown
Remnants falling to the ground.....
Let their plans
Come to fruition --
Whatever their darkened hearts petition
But do it quickly -- waste no time
What could be saved
Dies on the vine.
A swirling black wind
A distant roar
A buzz or a hum
Rattling the door ---
The locust army: unholy priests
Chanting goblins.....now unleashed.
Hearing her boast
Watching her preen
Draped in her flag
The reigning drag-queen
Finally emerged from her dark cocoon
Savoring the flesh
Of the souls she consumes.
She's ruthless, she's soulless,
She's red, white and blue
She dances on graves
'Cause she's genocidal too;
Never discerning right from wrong
She prepares unknowingly
To sing her swan song.
Pharisees and Sadducees
Arising from the past
Emerging Neo-Christians
Holding us fast
Sweeping Truth away
With every lying breath
Doctrines from hell
Bringing spiritual death.
Icy wind --- blowing snow
Fire and rain --- seasons go
Reap the whirlwind
No more pleading
Silence will fall
Can't stop the bleeding.
O Holy One of Israel,
Withdraw from the stars their shining
Darken the moon, darken the sun
Stop the earth, stop her spinning ---
Set Your feet on the Mount of Olives
Rend the earth
From east to west
Make Your enemies Your footstool
Silence their mockery and jest.....