The Storm Is Near

The Storm Is Near

Micaiah Ben Malachi

Monday, January 24, 2011

Let those with eyes read my words

The Days of Reckoning is soon upon us.

the seeds of racial prejudice and xenophobia,

religious intolerance and ethnocentrism

have begun to grow up out of the Earth.

They were like tiny plants but growing stronger and taller.

Many will walk over them hardly taking notice of them,

yet a select few of us will see and recognize these poisonous sprouts.

Already they have begun to change humankind.

Nations do not trust one another while pretending they do,

But behind closed doors they are building and acquire lethal weapons.

They lie to their citizens of their undertakings.

Evil men, women and children walk this big blue marble.

Their aim is to create mistrust, self-doubt and fear of everyone,

there is no respect for authority, the clergy, our leaders or family privacy.

Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers do not trust one another,

while institutions have become our children's trust companions.

America, Europe, and Scandinavia you were singled out amongst the Nations.

Your posterity and technology was to be a beacon piercing the darkness of idolatry, hate, hunger,desperation and destitution in this world.

Yet, your hands drip with the blood of millions and

you exported your racism, elitism, greed, vanity and weapons of war to allow those without hope to wage war against one another, while you set untouched and uncaring.

The world's children have now become adults and grandparents, they tell

tales of your misdeeds heaped upon them and their ancestors.

Today there is no where you, your children or your children's children welcome.

Soon your light will disappear and the world plunged into genocide and war.

Freedom, joy, happiness will be replaced with fear and foreboding.

Yisrael, you are the flower that blooms in the desert, but

like your big sistersin Europe, you were created by the Light to be a Light.

You were offered the best fruit of the harvest and still

you rejected the best for the worst.

Have you forgotten the many years you were estranged from your homeland? Have you forgot being hungry and wondering in the desert?

When you were in need of a place to lay your head your sisters locked their doors.

Their heart were cold, insensitive and even denied being your relatives.

But now you pattern yourself after them so as to fit in.

Turn back to the Light and be that which you were created.

Already in distant lands they prepare for a Great War.

Your sisters again will reject you but this time you must stand your ground;

For there is no place for you to escape to.

There will be no angels come to defend you as in time gone by.

Change the linen on your bed and open wide the windows in the room,

welcome your children from the four corners of the world.

Give them no reasons to doubt they are your relatives,

For they must die defending your right to exist.

Only they shall come forth to your rescue.