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
