Classic Poem

Because of their abominations under every tree,
on every hill, let them die,
because they did not care for poor or weak,
but ate the fatted steer from out the stall,
and on their couches in the ivory houses
early in the morning were drinking wine,
let them die.

Because the lot of some was death, the lot of some, the sword,
the lot of others, famine, and of the rest, exile;
but these wept beside the waters of Babylon and Rome,
and did not forget Jerusalem nor the citadel of the Lord,
let them live, let them live.