A man nursed his field, just as his father had
Along came an evil man, wicked, King Ahab.
A family name plowed under, and blood now stains the ground
You can still hear Naboth crying in that whistle’s sound.
Ahab’s horse keeps running, grinding men within its gears
It came to town and tore it down, driving here away from here.
They dangled foreign dainties, fruits found in fields afar
Made us free our jubilee, made continental scar.
They promised power paradise was just around the bend
And just around and just around and just around again.
Ahab’s horse keeps running, grinding men within its gears
It came to town and tore it down, driving here away from here.
They next strung up their wires to bring us distant cares
By dash and dot our focus caught on vanities’ affairs
A man knows not his neighbor when he studies teletype
The fruit of human kindness trodden under, over-ripe.
Ahab’s horse keeps running, grinding men within its gears
It came to town and tore it down, driving here away from here.
A man, a land, a plan that never the twain be torn
A horseman cometh one day, e’en this evil He has born
His wrath so great, unquenching burns
And Ahab to his bile returns.
Ahab’s horse will be paddocked, led captive away
Here is here when He is near; we’ll drink new wine that day.
Friends,
I wrote this some time ago, and tinkered with it over the years. Not sure whether it is better as a poem or a song. What do you think? I do know I know nothing about writing music. Anyone want to give writing music for this a try? Hope you enjoyed,
Poem.