“Come back to the place of safety, all you prisoners who still have hope! I promise this very day that I will repay two blessings for each of your troubles.”– Zechariah 9:12 (NLT)”
In the silence of this moment,
When the dew is fresh on the fallen leaf,
And men make cold words,
And colder steel their creed,
Wheeling and dealing in death,
They then make to greed a shrine.
Then they take words,
Etched in dunes of shifting sand,
As a revelation from above.
Words that impoverish the poor,
Enslave the orphan,
And steal from the widow,
While they rob the Earth of trees,
Depleting, desecrating, denuding,
Everything to sustain the beasts,
The beasts who demand sacrifices,
Tie-ins, Buy-ins, for high profits,
To appease the vesting interests,
The sheikhs of slavery.
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