my name is jerusalem

my name is jerusalem i cannot rest where father died i chose to live and built a wooden fortress right on the edge where death would leave us scattered and i am vigilant i rarely sleep for creaks for the roar of the sea below i shudder and cracking rocks weaken where i tread i am on edge i panic i built a scaffold out of wood to secure my shrine my tribute and now against the tide i hammer nails i link another truss in hope i’ll have a pier an artificial rock that will never let me rest i’ll never stop the groans as an angry sea dissolves the stilts i look down from i shall never know peace like generations to come thinking of ways to remove the ocean the people around on safer terrain have never whined but watch my fright holding down tiles driving stakes into stone all for this pitiful home and i would upset the world to succeed in this plight my name is jerusalem.