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STRIFE
The wail-watered plains, green and lush,
Caught his eye, and desire, deepened, within,
With no hesitation, he made the choice;
He was secure with his family, and kin.
Lush green alleys, near Sodom's edge,
Beckoned daily, that he move, closer in.
Freedom, freedom - freedom, at last;
So he moved, into the city of Sin.
Peace, from bickering, and strife of men
His kingdom, began to grow,
But the wheels of time, began to grind;
Yet, he was unaware, of the Woe.
A Patriarch' prayer, ask God to spare,
The city - for forty, for thirty o r ten,
As God, winked His eye, judgment, was nigh;
I'll withhold, until he moves - then calamity's din.
Steeped, in a stupor, he could not awake,
To the urgent need, of the hour,
Still clinging to Sodom, and clinging to life;
It took and Angel's thrust, and God's power.
A Patriarch' prayer, ask God to spare,
The city - for forty, for thirty o r ten,
As God, winked His eye, judgment, was nigh;
I'll withhold, until he moves - then calamity's din.
Steeped, in a stupor, he could not awake,
To the urgent need, of the hour,
Still clinging to Sodom, and clinging to life;
It took and Angel's thrust, and God's power.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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