House Divided

No more “One nation under God.”
And like sticks will break one by one

We fall as a nation divided,

For separated, tis easier done.

We shall fall like some right-field fly ball

Into some barbarians’ abyss.

Yet some will cry, “You lie! You lie!

“You can never speak of this!”

And yet…the future’s already told;

Our future’s history’s there

In the Bible’s Revelations,

And this nation’s there nowhere.

What hope have we but to prolong our fate,

And for a time stand bold and strong?

What hope have we when—bitter—we fight

O’er the simplest right versus wrong?

As a sea would part, we’re divided of heart,

And a devil’s chasm opens wide.

A cloven hoof? Or a staff and rod?

And each condemns the other side.

United we stand. Divided we fall,

And partisans divide us all.

Quicker they bring this nation’s end;

Quicker we come to Judgement’s call.

©2019 by Monty Wheeler