Bobby Synagogue Poem by George Samuel

Bobby synagogue went toe to toe
With history and failed every foe
He planted a christian rose
And nurtured it with tears till it grows
Part for his blood

For the everlasting sun dries his flood
A generation of fruits
Yielded grapes his fiercest recruit
Sadly his wishes were of figs
But fell short by the wayside and dig

Ten thousands were they
Fewer and not clearly worthy
A thousand were wasted on thorn lashes
Reborn to the violence of war clashes
And Bobby foresaw the upcoming flood

Rushing down in men's tears and blood
Ascending to the mountain
Bobby could not behold the reason
Lost to the valleys of eternity
To prove the world a void entity

Behind him his tears conceive fruits
Surely figs not grapes brute
Found too late when Bobby soul was lost
Hidden beneath a rock to frost