LOST CITY OF MOAB

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Wail O daugther of Lot,
Covered in ashes and sack cloth, Wail!
Wail for the seed of thy incest,
Wail for the son of strong wine,
Wail for the blood line of Abraham's Nephew.

Proud and boisterous, he lived;
East of Jordan, he dwelt,
Yet known for his limestone hills with rivers such as the Dimon.
At her height, Moab had its splendour.
At her depth, Moab is history.

Write an epitaph for Moab;
Aggressors and belligerent towards Israel;
Yet Moses died in her mountains,
Yet Lot ate at Abram's table.
Persia took no pity.

Empty and silent, Moab is gone.
Ancient city of pride, caves under the wrath of Jah.
Pretties and Strongies, silenced in darkness.
History a story, tells the tales of Moab.
End of Story!

Ditto!

H.Sophia
04-05-2020

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