A poem to remember our plight

andre kh

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Oh babylon how the mighty did fall

like the captured lion 
some marvel at its beauty
but all feast on its flesh
evil to man is basic

your former conquered with sword
and you hide in two crossed sticks

obidient when you should be mad
silent when you should scream
confident when you should shatter
jolly when tears should flow

forgotten are the rivers of red
that brought you to this
the should never be forgotten
surely turning in their grave

feeding your daily
while starving for what then

guided by mirages
and the evils
of stupid men

like a deranged soul
your behavior
does not match your state

you claim the honor
of once brave and realistic men
and entertain no thought of return
fighting each other instead

from a weak nothing
mere bread crumbs
for a twisted soul

missing is your voice
scratchy and alone

oh babylon

the mighty are broken
and we lost our home

unearthed miserable
and destined to roam

bowing to former slaves
as our children suffer

forgetting the great
and feeding the red river

with gentle for rule
and stubborn commit

we waste our maybe
and celebrate what is

mere bread crumbs
we proclaim to be success
while others grow and take
what we once possessed

our future filled with pain
we blindly live
as we inform of our former
who had so much to give

remembered by few
betrayed by all
weak love for the father
and strict faith for a wall

blind by western winds
and rumors of gold
a mirage for the hungry
and for the shattered
barely a home

we blindly march
to a future uncertain
happy in careless
with wealth for a curtain

a sad sight to see
for my father of his son
much that we were
is now barely worth one
 
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