AD 70

Jerusalem fell in 70 CE, and one million lives had been lost in 8 Months Of combat. This poem reflects upon that fall, and the changes it wrought in the Jewish people. The Romans crucified so many after the fall of Jerusalem that they ran out of wood. This was going to be an entirely different poem, but it went its own way and ended up commenting on this event.

AD 70

Long, long ago, and far away
Beside a broken wall
So many then were crucified
The Romans took them all

The Temple Holy, all we loved
Torn down so hard to bear
No sacrifices more of blood
And rituals that we share

The Romans came, and who can tell
How hard it was to bear
Ancient traditions lost to us
And how we suffered there.

And anger comes, and none forgiven
This truly is not good
It binds in chains, we must be freed
Of vengeance from that blood

And is there justice good enough
To pay the price of sin?
Shalom, shalom, in peace we give
The Wisdom deep within