it was full of judgment
righteousness lodged in it
but now –
murderers!
the whole head is sick
and the whole heart faint
there is no soundness in it
but wounds and bruises
and putrifying sores
neither the burnt offerings of rams
nor the fat of fed beasts shall save it
neither shall the blood of bullocks
in vain shall the city promise
to beat its swords into plowshares
its spears into pruning hooks
instead of sweet smell, there shall be stink
instead of a girdle, a rent
instead of well-set hair, baldness
and burning
instead of beauty
(Sorry, couldn’t resist… Taken from Isaiah 1-3)
