The Dog Grill Rip #7

Day 1,129, 15:46 • Published in USA USA • by weasel2


Lo, the prophet returns.
Casting a spell
In clear sentences
Shining on the future
and recalling glory.
Saying to Israel
Woe unto you
For wars,
For greed,
For uncaring.

Saved by them
Schooled by him;
Shown that i might
read and write,
live and prosper,
dream.

Yet, I fear for Israel,
If the sands become a wave upon the shore
and conflict is done.