As the cries of the captives
are left unanswered
So will the prayers
of the pious
be forever met
with silence

As the pleadings
of the warrior
abandoned forlorn
are met with indifference
So will the oblations
of pretensions
be met only with scorn

As the words of the prophet
that the famine soon
would be lifted
were met with
callous unbelief
So will those gatekeepers
be trampled
in the stampede
of the multitudes
who seek God's relief

For those who have ears
So let them care
For those who have none
Let their eyes in death
coldly and everlasting stare

For the words
of God's wisdom
are life to the dieing
They are surely for
the self-righteous
precious pearls
before swine

-R.

(06)
-TX