Sunday, August 3, 2014

We weep in Babylon


We weep in Babylon
   by the river
we weep in the city
   of demons, the haunt
   of demons, the fount
   of drunkenness, the wine
   that maddens, the place
   of the kings, the fatted calf
   of the merchants

A voice calls the few
to come out
to come out
from the haunt
the fount, the place,
the wine, the place,
while the kings
and the merchants
of Babylon weep
with broken souls,
weep, by the river
of Babylon.


Painting: oil on canvas by E. Thor Carlson

2 comments:

  1. Thank you. This poem is filled with reality, filled with history. My heart has been "there" for many years re: present-day sinful portions of our world. Again, thank you.

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  2. Wow. And I weep along as well...

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