GOLIATH

The rage inside was as massive as his colossal form
towering over man and beast,
pride of his Philistine countrymen,
feared and adored in his home of Gath.

But all the praise could not curtail his hate
for the people of Hebrew blood
who had killed in brother.

How it consumed him
made his huge from grow so tense,
on the battlefield none dared
face his fierce and giant shape.

Champion of is people,
with a predator’s heart,
no sense of mercy for the enemy
that all he sought was their death,
vicious eyes having no light of conscience
faith only his the power of his arms.

Within his heart there beat
not a single stroke of faith
never having seen the gods of land
answer a single prayer,
cold and hard was his spirit,
only filled with a lust for slaughter.

Upon that rugged Judean landscape,
where the heart and arid climate
cause the sweat to pour from the skin,
it took the effort of more than one
just to carry his weapons.

Stomping out before the armies of Israel
his voice booming as thunder,
challenging them for forty days
to summon one courageous soul
who duel in fatal clash
victor determining the winner of their war.

Oh how they ire burnt to deep
after one small youth came near his feet,
quickly would he destroy his insect
being a descendant of Abraham.

One flight of a smooth stone
from a shepherd boy’s sling,
ended the boasts of this menace
his head severed and taken to Saul the King.