The Forsaken

I saw the land of the forsaken, where once all was green but now is brown and barren. For lack of water, even the souls of the people were dried up. They took up arms to feed their families. They gathered in bands and raided the neighboring country. By bloodshed they claimed what they lacked.

With rejoicing the forsaken returned to their land, laden with spoil. Songs of gladness returned to the streets, feasting to the halls, and dancing to the nights. Every harvest they returned to their neighbor to claim the plenty that was not theirs. They carried away what their land lacked.

Their oppressed neighbors sat barren in a plentiful land. The oppressed fled to the hills, their songs of dancing turned to wails of mourning. These cried out to their Lord to deliver them. Their Lord was not silent.

What then, when the Lord of the oppressed comes in power? Will he show mercy to the forsaken for their famine? Or will he remember the grief they have caused his people and shatter them as a clay pot.