Round the walls of
Jericho
I don’t understand
why we are doing this
I am warrior, we are
trained to fight
But Joshua has us
marching round this wall
Ever since first
light
Shouldn't we storm
the city?
Look the people jeer
from the walls!
Anger courses through
me
Do they think we are
that small?
Shall we not fight
back?
What will this
walking do?
In absolute silence
we march
And waiting for God
too
Six days he said we
will march
And on the seventh
blow our horns
Though I remember he
gave water in deserts parched
What good is blowing
a horn?
No, this doesn't make
sense
I try to tell Joshua
so
But he told me to
march on
On the Lord’s word we
will go
Days pass and the
seventh is here
I carefully raise my
horn
Together we blow
loudly
The loudest since we
were born
The next second feels
Like a sound from
hell
I feel a rumble and
turn around
Oh my God! The wall
fell!
Copyright © 2012 by May Kwek
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