Golden Chalice, Scarlet Flood
By YeriYah
Wolf
The house of my fathers now stands so triumphant
crafted metal and stone,
a shining monument of our civilization.
By logic, by language, by time and by faith
She stands.
Blood of philosophers and fools,
of emperors and rabble, of centurions, patricians and plebes
course through these red scarlet veins of me.
Tyre and Rhodes, Athens and Rome
My heritage replete with paupers and princes
Victors and vanquished,
Godly high Princes and ungodly
slaves.
The Law of all Law has proceeded from Her hallowed halls.
All these inferior legends, Hammurabi, Amon, or Yah
are mortally subject to Her edict and whim.
She stands a Goddess of times upon time
other hills, small mountains of power,
are welcome to have a limited rule
if obeisance is given to Her.
She’s stood 3000 years and her power is ever increased
Can anyone effectively oppose?
Who can summon up greater dominion?
What tribal God can come against Her magnificent eminence?
Men may fancy arguments
of Greater Gods or the triumph of justice.
Oh true
She may subsist, crushing truth and souls of men
but blind and dumb and cold, she perpetuates.
Willing sons of men embellish her with abundant accolades
Every generation worships this Queen who sits on many waters.
Her golden worship pulses in the souls of my people.
We rule the lands and seas and all that’s in them.
These foolish tribes who think to rise in contradiction
must soon taste the saccharin acrid smoke of pyre.
But is
Astonishment saved for a day foretold
when blood,
our red crimson blood will return to the earth
enriching by justice and giving the sabbath
to earth and all who, within, may dwell