Isaiah 5 [Poetry]

September 23, 2018

Sing, sing, I will sing

a song of a vineyard planted in fertile soil

yet it only yielded fruit that spoiled

when for ripe grapes I'd been waiting


Let me explain why your fruit has turned sour

the vineyard I have planted for goodness

yet my children yield only distress

I waited for justice and found bloodshed showered


The finest houses shall become abandoned

greatest mansions will be made empty

the vastest vineyard shall dry up against what I've commanded


To my children who expected plenty

blessings will not flow like wine from a once fertile land

for good canot be called evil nor evil dressed like majsty

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