A Fitting Epitaph of None

By kings and commerce
heads held in sorrow

her elegy–
a lament tomorrow?

for she did not beg for utmost ‘truth’.
Yet instead: From ‘it’ she borrowed.

Thus dong’s the bell.
Global hearts in dread.
Her future known: Her temples–Dead.
No sings of songs of triune lead…

In silence
recited

words
lip-read: “Too bad! Too bad!”
Once a city strong.

In “one hour”
we look… You’re gone.

“Too bad! Too bad!” For you did not see
that with a swift pitch
you’d end in the sea.

Gone because of your iniquity.
‘Holy ones’ bled;

widespread ‘humanity’
suffering injustices, inhumanity
as ‘dark ages’ became ‘new’ dispread

too

part of a black history.
Your ‘mystery’ ending. A novel misread.

You sat in high seat: A comely ‘queen’.
A legend vision by multitudes seen.

And now a glorious inscription
you’re not deemed.

No engraving
or etching

nor any funeral oration,
praising commemoration

unless on warheads inscribed
your personal salutations.

For unveiled your hypocrisy
covered over for ‘bloody’ centuries.

As ‘children’ and ‘widows’ weren’t nutritionally fed.
As villages were plundered and violence spread
to include ‘commoners’ of ‘brothers’, ‘fathers’, ‘mothers’

well-read

as soldiers marched
and your blessings said:

‘God is partial.’ When He
Is Not. As if He’s happy
with those ‘unwed’ living as couples
when ‘marriage’ He instituted ‘do wed’
long before… But, you,
your parishioners lying abed

did not implore
to search or ‘explore’
His Word as ‘true’

to eternity’s door.

For falsely led
by ‘traditions’ more
important
than His commandments

were taught; and what-is-more
your languor costs lives washed up on beaches
or rotting on ocean’s floors

misled by propaganda wickedly spread,
difficult to ignore.

As whitewashed actions as ‘wisdom’ bred
leads to an international community of ‘living dead’

vast numbers have come to abhor.

For you the bell does toll.
In Vengeance–Encore!

So no obituary
will be read

unless to confirm: A Fitting Epitaph of None:

For ‘she’ walked
where no one should have tread.

“God has called her acts of injustice to mind.

Repay her in the way she treated others,

yes, pay her back double
for the things she has done;

in the cup she has mixed,
mix a double portion for her.” Rev. 18:5, 6.

Because She Chose Not to Portray truly:
“Kiss the Son!”ep·i·taph /ˈepəˌtaf/ noun

a phrase or form of words written in memory of a person who has died, especially as an inscription on a tombstone.

Similar:
elegy
commemoration
obituary
funeral oration
inscription
engraving
etching
legend

something by which a person, time, or event will be remembered.

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