Willfez74
Padawan Learner
Hello again. enjoyed the warm welcomes and responses to my first poetic post so I'm following it up with another. I wrote this poem some months ago now but I think considering the timeline we're in it is apt more so now than ever. Hope you enjoy!!!
Leaving Babylon
I'm leaving Babylon
And you should too
Not fit for kings
With swords of truth
Re-state your claim
Beyond its walls
It's time to leave fame
Behind the curtain calls
Abandon ship
Head for the flats
Aboard its grip
Sails a horde of rats
It buried its treasure
In the word and a name
Where desire and pleasure
Became a capital gain
It shored up its power
With money and guns
Put fear in our hearts
And pillaged our funds
The city is dead
See the zombies roam
It's there the Godhead
Is of flesh and bone
A tomb for the hopeless
Where the rich are the poor
A government bunker
With a secret door
They allow you to enter
For the cost of your soul
Where your spirit will shatter
Like a porcelain doll
And the cult of the age
Is the body's own breath
Where a criminal sage
States the glory of death
All the followers flock
To hear him speak
About the love of the self
And the purge of the weak
The revellers dancing
To the beat of his drum
The masses advancing
Towards Kingdom come
Babylon feeds
Off the cattle it drains
There's a blood red greed
Flowing deep in their veins
It's Witches and Warlocks
Put hexes on you
Mixing up all the sexes
In a bubbling stew
Religion is tailored
All Gods to suit
Even the wayward
Follow the burden of proof
I'm leaving Babylon
No longer a doorman
It's standing above me
But it's already fallen
For it traded on want
And delivered on take
There's no life in the swamp
Coz they're draining the lake
Technologies prosper
In the shadows of men
And enmity fosters
By the scrawl of a pen
Where business is business
And a profit is great
There's no time for forgiveness
They've got progress to make
The progress of fraud
From a stolen ideal
Okayed by a lord
Who's entitled to steal
With regalia and splendour
He owns our land
He's a true crown defender
An aristocracy man
And he traffics our children
But not on a school bus
And in Babylon's basements
Are the innocents trussed
The media court them
And hide all their sins
Coz the cherry on top
Is the puller of strings
It was they who built Babylon
From an empty pit
Where no light ever shone
Where no angel could sit
They made it a mountain
Reaching up to the sky
A volcanic fountain
Where they could judge on high
Alas, was its basis
Never alive
Everything baseless
Was it's only drive
I'm leaving Babylon
And you should too
For its very foundations
Were never true
Leaving Babylon
I'm leaving Babylon
And you should too
Not fit for kings
With swords of truth
Re-state your claim
Beyond its walls
It's time to leave fame
Behind the curtain calls
Abandon ship
Head for the flats
Aboard its grip
Sails a horde of rats
It buried its treasure
In the word and a name
Where desire and pleasure
Became a capital gain
It shored up its power
With money and guns
Put fear in our hearts
And pillaged our funds
The city is dead
See the zombies roam
It's there the Godhead
Is of flesh and bone
A tomb for the hopeless
Where the rich are the poor
A government bunker
With a secret door
They allow you to enter
For the cost of your soul
Where your spirit will shatter
Like a porcelain doll
And the cult of the age
Is the body's own breath
Where a criminal sage
States the glory of death
All the followers flock
To hear him speak
About the love of the self
And the purge of the weak
The revellers dancing
To the beat of his drum
The masses advancing
Towards Kingdom come
Babylon feeds
Off the cattle it drains
There's a blood red greed
Flowing deep in their veins
It's Witches and Warlocks
Put hexes on you
Mixing up all the sexes
In a bubbling stew
Religion is tailored
All Gods to suit
Even the wayward
Follow the burden of proof
I'm leaving Babylon
No longer a doorman
It's standing above me
But it's already fallen
For it traded on want
And delivered on take
There's no life in the swamp
Coz they're draining the lake
Technologies prosper
In the shadows of men
And enmity fosters
By the scrawl of a pen
Where business is business
And a profit is great
There's no time for forgiveness
They've got progress to make
The progress of fraud
From a stolen ideal
Okayed by a lord
Who's entitled to steal
With regalia and splendour
He owns our land
He's a true crown defender
An aristocracy man
And he traffics our children
But not on a school bus
And in Babylon's basements
Are the innocents trussed
The media court them
And hide all their sins
Coz the cherry on top
Is the puller of strings
It was they who built Babylon
From an empty pit
Where no light ever shone
Where no angel could sit
They made it a mountain
Reaching up to the sky
A volcanic fountain
Where they could judge on high
Alas, was its basis
Never alive
Everything baseless
Was it's only drive
I'm leaving Babylon
And you should too
For its very foundations
Were never true