The Falling 2013 Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Their enemy will reign over them
The die is cast and it will happen.
Hardness of heart, their post mortem
This proud blind nation will not rise again

Signs of falling they do not see
Too blind and filled with callous pride
Their enemies now take the steps
To mark their graves from side to side.

Rejection, scorn, of the One true God
That could reverse the curses laid
Have opened now the doors they had
And soon their loftiness gets paid.

Watch with careful, diligent study
The Falling Nation grope on knees
Darkness covers land and seas
Its young cry out like sheep that flee.