On
his death bed
Macedon’s
lion lay.
His
feet failed him
Being
made of clay.
With
his commander at his side
He
was asked who the new king is.
“Where
does he reside?”
Alexander,
with dying feverish breath
Reaching
up to his faithful general
“I
give my kingdom to the most powerful,”
He
said
Slowly
sinking to his bed.
The
empire soon crumbled
Under
the fevers of war.
Bactria,
Parthia,
Seleucids,
The
non-Greeks of Helen,
The
Independents
Antigonids,
Egypt,
where his lighthouse lay,
Thrace,
Macedonia,
his old kingdom.
Yahweh
saw his people in Greek hands
Celebrating
like those of other Greek lands.
“Do
you not remember me?”
He
asked.
Then
the revolt of candles started.
For
eight days the menorah burned.
Antiochus
fell from his lofty perch.
The lion's once great empire
Shattered under the fighting
Successor kings.
