I Weep For My People
YahChannah Wolf
Sadness overwhelms me, I
am sick at heart,
There is no relief.
Hear the cries, the people call out.
Where is God? Where is truth?
There is no relief.
Idols, have you made idols?
Bow to your foreign gods.
He is angry!
"The summer is
gone, the harvest is over,"
We are still lost, is the nations cry.
Is there no balm?
Healing?
Tears flow, I mourn for
my people.
A desert place I seek,
Separate me from them.
Faithless traitors, lying lips rule.
Brother turns on brother.
Evil burns in the marrow,
Blood flows.
There is no relief.
Wildlife flees,
Cattle no longer cover the hills.
The sound of birds, no more.
Weep for the mountains,
Mourn for the green meadows.
Washington, a pile of
ruins,
Dwelling place of jackals.
America, deserted, void,
Rejected?
Thus says, Yahweh, the Eternal?
I weep for my people,
There is no relief.
7-18-95