Holy War

These desert bands With mission clear Right to our walls Bring threat and fear. They would not speak, They would not bend. Our death they seek, Our world, they'd end. Their act, God's will Their claims appal. Gives me a chill Fanatics all. For seven days Our lives they knew Family ways The same as you. A deed of shame This day they did. By act they're marked No rite can rid. Our high towers Destroyed and crushed By crafty powers Brought down to dust. Our ruined heaps, Their killing blow. For us, who weeps? Poor Jericho. [Joshua ch6]