Prophet, why do you sit on the
watchtower?
Prophet, what do you see?
Child, cover your eyes.
As you walk down the street, shut
your ears.
If you look, you will see men
kissing the wives of their neighbors.
If you listen, you will hear the
weeping of the widow cast from her home.
If you look, you will see the
judge extorting money from the foreigner.
If you listen, you will hear the
screams of the children thrown into Molech's lap.
Even you, little one, carry bread
for the idols.
You take flour for your mother to
make her Asherah cakes.
Is this why you weep, O prophet?
Is this why you cry perched on
your tower like a bird?
My heart is shattered, Child,
like a dropped cooking pot.
Anger consumes me like the flames
of a dry forest burning.
For
our courts oppose the righteous,
and justice is nowhere to be found.
Truth stumbles in the streets,
and honesty has been outlawed.
and justice is nowhere to be found.
Truth stumbles in the streets,
and honesty has been outlawed.
Hurry home, Child, for the night
is coming soon.
And you, Prophet?
Will you go home to your fire?
No, Child, I will sit here.
I will sit here underneath the
bright stars of heaven.
I will sit under the bright stars
of heaven and wait.
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