Upon His mountaintop, God is standing,
with bush's white flames engulfing.
Moses' mingling meditation:
the difference between war and salvation.
"A world built on faith and love," God requests,
"a world of peace and compromise is best."
With a stir in his speech that he knows is absurd,
the unwitting prophet delivers a new word.
But upon his descension:
a bleak and terrible tension.
From holy land to holy mess,
a land not even God could bless.
Six thousand miles from this hell,
pondering a battle he can no longer sell,
the emperor gloomily looks
at maps and dusty books.
"They hate our freedom,"
his tone now glum.
"Gotta fight 'em there,"
a blank stare.
A voice beckons,
lingers for seconds.
"Change course!
Remove your force!"
But the emperor, slouched on his throne,
shakes his head and ignores the tone
of his beloved savior's eager advice,
apathetic of the deaths, the weighty price.
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