The Chosen Poem by Saju Abraham

The chosen ones dearest to Him,
They engraved it on their foreheads,
They drew power from it,
They always rejected authority,
“Cause they believed they were it,

Their history is replete with proofs,
They sacrificed all the prophets,
The Messiah was their ultimate test,
They failed as they always did,
There began their days of atonement,
The eternal end to their glory,
The eternal banish from paradise,

They were scattered to corners of the world,
Refugees in search of the land of milk and honey,
They found no peace where they went,
They found peace in their material gains,
Hitler was their most recent scourge,
They merely survived him,
They were destined to be amidst the Arabs,
Surrounded by the hardest of their foes,
That they find no peace even in their homes,
The world is yet to see the depth of God's wrath.