Zywa For its reasons

I spend my treasures as a slave
What I divide, heaven divides
When I reign, heavens reigns and
when I am cruel, heaven is cruel

for its reasons, the earth is its
throne, its table and its altar
From border to border
     more than 8,000 kilometres

     a journey of seven months
we hide nets
to trap the feet
of the half-believers

we block the road with boulders
bend the bow of heaven
and shoot its arrow in their hearts
Then we dig the pits

Poem 2131
Amsterdam, 2019-02-26

Syria (ar-Raqqa in 809 - Caliph Harun ar-Raschid ruled over 8,000 days and called himself a slave of God)
Lamentations 2:5, 3:9,12, Psalm 35:7

Collection: Short Sermons 
Keyword: Power: pride 
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