Lebanon's Lament

Do pity the fallen angel Grace has abandoned him Flawless wings snipped from his back Fooled by lust scandal and sin The cherubs were all invited The motherless children exited And as they flew they gracefully dipped Letting each mortal in Rising upward the wailing goes under Nothing comforts a waterless thunder that is scorched Falling downward the crying goes nowhere And the faithful feel nothing but despair As they wait for a sign from a burning torch. The music from heavenly choirs Has turned to a dissonant mire Moans and groans and turbulent roars Saddle the chariot rider The seraphs were all in thrust Motored by a sacred trust But as they flew they clumsily tripped Over Satan's provider Moving skyward the praying goes soaring Yet the Father is mumbling and snoring from His port. Slipping sideways the fires come roaring Yet damned Lucifer finds it quite boring As he waits for a sign from his hell-ridden court The angels begin to pronounce His doctrine and creeds The crowd is about to denounce The purgatory and life's dismal story And Jesus Christ's glory It's all turned to weeds. Woe to sweet Lebanon All of the Maronite Christians are gone. Do pity the fallen angel Grace has abandoned him Flawless wings snipped from his back Fooled by lust scandal and sin The cherubs were all invited The motherless children exited Hot ice is stinging the tongue Of all of the floundering young And cold fires have extinguished Any optimism to be sung. Bleeding rosaries count out the prayers As the hopeless send up a flare yet clouds are still coming Leaving holy leafs on Passion Sunday Yet the statues are all cloaked past Monday As the moon crossed the sun And the ominous crowd is still humming Woe to sweet Lebanon All of the Maronite Christians are gone. Toe Bashlom Requiem