Empty Oracle Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

They, who in lofty pinnacles
Threaten us with devastation
Speak a high but empty oracle
Of Pride and self-confusion.

Their might and power has no famine
An acceptable situation
But these nations crumble within
May be having hallucinations.

For no one from the East or from the West
Nor from high above nor down below
Can cause destruction, lay us to rest
Except the One True God I know.

So am I scared of my country's demise?
With unshakable peace I'm ready to go
But this one question is the surprise
When they die, their outcome, do they know?







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'No one from the East or from the West
or from the desert can exalt a man.
But it is God Who judges: He brings down one,
He exalts another.'

Psalm 75: 6