Dumb As A Door-post
The deep utters his voice..
The world laughs and rejoice.
While lamentation sweeps, the floors of your house.
Violence lay rampant..
Abuse rears its head.
As the program of compassion, distances itself.
Scattered and scorned..
No brightness inside.
Your tents bare no curtains and your bow has
no oath.
What profits your image..
What fragrance you wear..
Awake you that slumbers and come out from despair.
Dumb as a door post..
No breath on the earth.
Your work is all barren, without loins to be girt.
Watch from your fortress..
The glory and the fare..
For all your days of wastage, will never bring you cheer.
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