"The Siege and Destruction of Jerusalem" by David Roberts‘The Fall of Jerusalem’ by Ron L. Hodges The Society February 4, 2018 Poetry 2 Comments Jeremiah 52 When Judah rebelled against the Chaldean horde, They sought to gain freedom without help from the Lord, Trusting, instead, in the massive stone of their walls, Like Jericho had before the Jewish footfalls. Nebuchadnezzar came with his army of might, Which, before, had sent the Assyrians to flight. He surrounded those walls and prepared to lay siege, Hoping by this conquest to enhance his prestige. The defenders quailed at the display of these troops, Arrayed throughout the valley in battle-clad groups; The sunlight gleaming against their breastplates of bronze, Appeared like the campfires a frigid night spawns. For over a year, the holy city was choked. Each morning, the fire of their hunger was stoked; Starvation spread until the siege engines broke through: The great walls collapsed, and the defeated men flew. Judah’s King was caught on the Jerusalem plains; His sons were murdered as he watched, bounded by chains. This Zedekiah was carried to Babylon, Blinded, imprisoned, and told his kingdom was gone. Nebuzaradan, captain of Babylon’s guard, Made this city, once great, just a smoking graveyard. He commanded his troops to set all there aflame; Each charred building then stood, a monument to shame. Finally, the Chaldeans stripped God’s temple bare, Every utensil, all the bronze paneling there; And when it was emptied, what had once been renowned, Was coldly ignited and soon crashed to the ground. They left David’s royal city a smoldering void, Where only the poorest of men were employed In working the land for their Chaldean masters, Who took what they grew for their own pagan altars. Many years before, when stout Sennacherib fell, It was struck down at night by a marvelous spell; But, this time, Zion’s clamors and groans of despair Disappeared, unheeded, like dawn mist in the air. For though God is patient, beyond grasp of mere men, Forgiving wayward children again and again, The time comes when His justice cannot be delayed: Jerusalem’s fall was the hour their debt was paid. Ron L. Hodges is an English teacher and poet who lives in Orange County, California. His works have appeared in The Road Not Taken, Ancient Paths, Calvary Cross, and The Society of Classical Poets Journal 2015 and 2016. He won the Society’s prestigious Annual Poetry Competition in 2016. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Amy Foreman February 4, 2018 Interesting narrative based on my favorite Book! Thank you, Ron. Reply Fabrício April 12, 2019 I love this Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.