Babylon

Babylon is no more
and lies shattered
against a desert plane
where it has fallen
centuries ago.

Yet Babylon’s spreads
wider to cities
all across the world
where unreligious people
stay and play
on the microcosm
of humanity
and strife to be greater
than the gods
and create places of sin
and utter rebellion.

Only when the clock work
strikes midnight
are the hand seen
that writes on the wall
and only then,
there’s some comprehension
that all evil will perish
and that the city fortress will fall.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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