Let the Youths Yearn
Weep and wail, you young youths;
roll in the spirit, you shepherds of GOD,
At this time national conflict shallows
some will fall to rise and some to six feets.
The priests shall flee to nowhere,
the killers no route to escape anywhere,
The tumult roars mightily against the land,
And judgement shall veil on all mankind.
Oh land! hear the cry of writers,
wailing a-loud from hills and caged chambers,
Oh earth! hear the weep of the shepherds,
for the LORD may rage with exceeding fire on all defaulters.
The peaceful lambs will be buried waste
because of the fierce anger of the Almighty,
Like a lion king he comes against oppressors
and the green land will become desolate.
©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
»»13/08/2017
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem