Belshazzar's Wall

Beg pardon for posting two poems one right after the other, but a comment appearing below sparked this piece, and I couldn't resist posting it.

October 11, 2008. I just read a comparison of the life of Americans in this time with that of the court of Babylon in Daniel's day. A hand wrote on the wall and doom came to that society. The economy seems to be tanking out at the immediate moment. Could it be the same message? ...

Belshazzar's Wall
an acrostic

Many men making merry,
Eating freely of the substance of the land
Never giving thought to their Creator
Even offering insult to their God

Money flowing oh-so-freely
Every pleasure is with passion sought
No god worshiped but great Mammon
Endless blasphemies in them abound

Those who worship at that altar
Each pursuing his own right
Killing there their unborn children
Ending lives almost begun
Living thus in phoney freedom

Unless they shall now mend their ways
Prostrate lying at the feet of God
His hand shall come to rest upon them
And they shall know the cost of sin
Repent, He says, amend your ways
Seek forgiveness at the Cross
In sorrow come to seek His joy
Now and evermore. Amen.

-----------------ed pacht