Flay the horns that have scattered my people,
They have raised themselves up
There like a steeple.
Covetous
Idol worship
Lead away by a cunning hand,
Banishing my children
From their land.
I will come.
To show the way
There will be no Canaanite on that day.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Sadly this could very easily apply to the dreadful things that are being allowed to happen in Gaza .. a timely and most impressive poem indeed .. Neville
Good write 2.
It’s historical and timely and mysterious ??
I tend to focus on the mysterious.
We are what we are I suppose?
Perfect
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