Esau Poem by soren Barrett

Esau



Full of sloth and no shame
Gullible as a moth drawn to a flame
Having forgot what a high price we paid
That liberty was bought and now does fade
Without a fight we sit in our cottage
And trade our birthright for a mess of pottage

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