THE EXILE BY PSALM XY

THE EXILE BY PSALM XY

In the streets

Once bustling and hustling

With people

The cities once humming and buzzing

Now silenced

Now aggrieved

Like a widow

She sits alone

Mourning

Her cries heard

In distant nations

Tears flooded her cheeks

Down from her heart

Once the queen of all nations

Now deserted

With no one to trample on her

Among her mates and pals

She was downcast

Betrayed

By them all!!!

Her people gone

Some sleeps breathlessly on her

Others led away

Afflicted, enslaved and dehumanized

By their new masters

New they called them

Oppressors

Her oppressors

Now become her masters

Her foes watch her cry

And laugh at her pain

And there was no one to help her

Her royalty

Now lost

All the majesty of her kingdom

Now enslaved

Her royalty now disdained

Her princesses raped and salvaged

Her princes fled her

And now in grieve and sorrow

She remembered her deeds

She is now a story

I mean hi-story

That her people

Will tell their generation

And generations to come

Her sins are now re-visiting her

When she had despise her ancestors

All who once respected her

Now hide their face for her

Because they have seen her nakedness

Her gates are desolate

Her priests sigh and groan

Her destruction was foretold

But she did not listen

She was blindfolded

By her warriors and false priests

As its been said

Pride comes before a fall

Her enemies, defiles her

They stole her sacred and precious things

She watch them enter her sacred shrine

They dared destroy her temple

All of them, all

Now that her end has come

Who will rescue her?

From her foes

Who will save her?

From her adversaries

Who will avenge her destruct?

Is it the ancestors she had forsaken?

Gone she is gone forever

Never to be heard again

Never to be seen

Her end foretold has come

But of her enemies, adversaries and foes

What will be of them?

They will be salvaged, brutalized and forsaken

Twice they did to her