Didn’t the words say
That a ploughing bull
Should not be muzzled?
Didn’t the words say
We should not knock
The street boy
On the head?
Didn’t the words say
That we should toss a dime of hope
To the wretched
And those with begging bowls?
Didn’t the words say
That we should leave the crumbs
For the ants and the little dogs?
Didn’t the words say
That a distressed woman
Does not hold her breasts while running?
Didn’t the words say
That a hemmed in goat
Would resort to mayhem?
Why do you now ask me
How the wall gecko
Set the house on fire?
Why do you now ask me
How the spider
Ate the iron box?
Listen to me.
Do not rejoice.
The Romans may withdraw today
But they will be back
In three and half seasons.
AND….,.
You may not know a Jew
From a Samaritan
And ….
The path to the hideaway
In the mountains will not be there.
And…
The great walled city?
Remember what the words said:
“The kettle you see on the fire is empty“
