Who would defend her?

As prophecies unfolds,
Before their blinded eyes
The scales remain plastered in place.
Absolutely unaware, life continues.
What a shameful disgrace!
Jerusalem lacks shelter or a home,
Among those she resides with.
Her husband stands proudly along side
Supporting and caring for another.
Her children lie buried in her ruins.
Shaken to her precise foundation.
Who would endorse or could restore her,
Stand up, advocate to correct her suffering?
The core of her condition is like crystal,
As blazing as the sun light, yet transparent.
To return to slavery is her only option.
She picks up the rattling chains that binds her.
Her hope is that day light would appear again.
Longs to be free of the darkness that
Had over taken and destroyed her children.