The Impending Fall

 

From mountain top to river bottom

I feel on me the breath of autumn.

And with the summer days' withdrawal

I am watching the impending Fall.

Oh fair ones,

How have we fallen!!!!

My people I cannot but weep.

The gate is broken in this vineyard.

The watchmen have been sound asleep.

We’ve turned administrative letter

Into the letter of the law:

“Follow the prophet,

He knows better!

He is a man without a flaw!”

They said that all is well in Zion

That there’s no reason for alarm.

And on the arm of flesh relying

They break the oath to do no harm.

And Agency clamped with a mask

Is urged by Fear to be vaxed.

As if escaping Taliban

We too are falling one by one!!!!

And seeing the abandoned sheep

My people I cannot but weep…

I feel on me the breath of autumn.

And with the summer days' withdrawal

I am watching the impending Fall.