Babylon

Crooks all,
Witness to another fall,
Of Babylon,
Modern,
Our society,
So sure of itself,
Without any reason,
Save our own ignorance,
Incompetence, intolerance,
Should I keep going?
All the while knowing,
The virus is growing,
Because the seeds that we’re sowing,
And Babylon’s fall,
Its harvest time,
Under a harvest moon,
With an atomic glow,
One dirty bomb at a time,
One derailment,
No sense of finality, yet,
Though each side salivates,
Terrorist, politician and me,
Our society,
Global,
Jaded,
Through rules we’ve created,
Crooks all,
And Babylon will fall.

SDM

Babylon Falling

Babylon will fall,
History does not betray this fact,
Fallen once, so it will again,
Not the curse of history or time,
But of our disobedience
Flagrant towards God,
Our own design –
Free will –
The nations of the world and all their constituents will feel the earthquake when it falls again. The effects of which will be felt at the four corners of the earth.
We all, falling victim,
to our own greed,
pride,
envy
and lust,
it seems so easy to reverse our pattern,
yet we don’t.
Modern Babylon,
like histories,
will fall –
DRAMATICALLY!

SDM

Babylon Concerns Me Thus

Babylon concerns me thus;
Our hearts and minds littered with deceit,
The little lies we’ve told,
Ostensibly for our own protection,
Yet are we truly protected,
Or merely cogs in a very big wheel,
Allowing deceit and corruption,
To mount an unrelenting attack,
On the very core of our social fabric,
This marked decay worsens by the day,
Yet we are blinded by our own choices,
Seemingly irrelevant,
But are they?

Historically,
Our understanding of Babylon,
Is tainted,
As we are,
By our own design,
Either unwilling or unable,
To see through our modern creature comforts,
To realize consciously or otherwise,
Just how close we are,
Living each day,
Not just with the sins of our fathers,
But also our own.

As consumers,
Buying the little,
Seemingly innocuous lies we’re told,
About pimple creams and cars,
Ice cream and clothes,
Soft drinks and even the news,
Hook, line and sinker,
While men in suits,
Predominantly men make no mistake about that,
Sit aloft our bought and paid for ivory towers.

Babylon concerns me thus,
That behind well crafted and delivered media campaigns,
Our ignorance is preyed upon,
And the reward for our continued silence is the tenuous balance we call,
COMFORTS.

Babylon can not exist unchecked – History can and will repeat itself; Dramatically!

SDM