November 5, 2013

Babylon Arising

Here's a little poem that came to me after hearing the mayor of my city finally reveal that he had smoked crack after taking public office.
Faithfully yours,
 
Sheila Banks
 
 
 
Babylon Arising
 
We've got a crack-smoking mayor
and too few who care
about the oil-slickened seas
and the chemical-laden breeze.

Don't tell me that Babylon is not arising.

We've got forked-tongue leaders
and all kinds of cheaters,
sex predators galore
and the down-trodden ignored.
 
Don't tell me that Babylon is not arising.



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