“Wo unto them that decree unrighteous decrees…” -2 Nephi 20 You Scythians, you Legrees of those whose shoes are sopping from the Aegean, who drive my fair ones to capsize in the wasteland, who watch from hills as reunions crowd the borders, broken; who leave the straightforward gifts unspoken who say you will give but give only in token grief will descend on you like
the shutting of the Red Sea.
You who squander the birthright of the remnant of my people, who auction the virginity of my children in exile, who set fire to canvas steeples, who drive women as cattle and men as soldiers in a forced battle you will be blown, lukewarm, from the vein of Him who knows the grains
on each pair of drowned feet.
You who have seen my gospel and yet deny succor to the stricken, who dole soured law and call it remedy, who have let my flocks be trampled because you say freedom is not free, you who draw out the blood of the bitten; You. Who bear the vessels of the Lord yet deny what is written You who take crusts from the stricken— On the day you shed your garment, what color shall your issue be?
I will send him, says He who made them– Send Him, a rod of indignation… I will send him against the wiles of a hypocrite nation.