from the Vision Of Belshazzar by Lord Byron
“Belshazzar’s” grave is made,
His (Her) kingdom pass’d away,
(S)He, in the balance weigh’d,
Is light and worthless clay;
The shroud his (her) robe of state,
His (Her) canopy the stone:
The Mede (Barbarians) is (are) at his (Her) gate!
The Persian (Jihadis) on his (her) throne!’
———In memory of Abhaya.
We are only waiting for a Daniel to read the writings on the wall to the “queen”. The “queen” has called for an utsav. Even Balthasar was celebrating when the invisible hand came and wrote on the wall.
The King was on his throne, The Satraps throng’d the hall: A thousand bright lamps shone O’er that high festival. A thousand cups of gold, In Judah deem’d divine– Jehovah’s vessels hold The godless Heathen’s wine!
In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand Came forth against the wall, And wrote as if on sand: The fingers of a man;– A solitary hand Along the letters ran, And traced them like a wand.
The monarch saw, and shook, And bade no more rejoice; All bloodless wax’d his look And tremulous his voice. ‘Let the men of lore appear, The wisest of the earth, And expound the words of fear, Which mar our royal mirth.’
Chaldea’s seers are good, But here they have no skill; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still. And Babel’s men of age Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage, They saw – but knew no more.
A captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the king’s command, He saw that writing’s truth. The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night, – The morrow proved it true.
The Morrow will indeed prove it to be true. The Queen will no more be on her throne if at all there is anything called Divine Justice and Providence. Her days are numbered.
Let Justice prevail for our dearest sister, a flower that was torn apart brutally by the animals disguised as human. Let the system that supports and condones the monsters and the people who nourish and nurture it, be destroyed by the combine wrath of pure and divine souls who embraced martyrdom in the hope of a regenerated India.
Comments