Need - A Weavers Revolt- Sheet 1 Käthe Kollwitz Museum Köln |
Despair is the price one pays for self awareness. Look deeply into life, and you'll always find despair.
Irvin D. Yalom
Lamentations Chapter One
Jerusalem,
Once bustling with people - Now a deserted
wasteland
Once seated
at the top table - Now
alone, like a widow.
Once a powerful
queen - Now
a defenceless slave.
I hear her sobs at
night, rivers of tears flowing down her cheeks.
Of all her past admirers,
none now willing to offer comfort.
All those friends
have now become enemies.
The people are
lead off into captivity.
Nowhere is now
secure. She is a foreigner in a hostile
land.
The road to
Jerusalem falls silent. Gates creek in
the wind.
The old leaders
groan, and the young women cry bitterly.
The oppressor is
now in charge. Jerusalem’s failure has
made her week.
Her children have all
been abducted.
In the midst of this
sadness Jerusalem remembers her ancient splendour.
It was selfish
ambition that made her become weak.
She is now a filthy
rag to be tossed to the side.
Every precious thing is
stripped bare. Her sanctity has been
violated.
Is no one moved by
pity as they pass?
Error has been
converted into a yoke. She by leashed
with her own wrong doing.
“I see what is
happen”, She says, “The consequence is to be expected.”
“My heart is broken,
my soul despairs.”
“But remember the oppressor
is equally wrong. Be just. Treat this present evil with the same
vengeance.”
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