Babylon is no more <br />and lies shattered <br />against a desert plane <br />where it has fallen <br />centuries ago. <br /> <br />Yet Babylon’s spreads <br />wider to cities <br />all across the world <br />where unreligious people <br />stay and play <br />on the microcosm <br />of humanity <br />and strife to be greater <br />than the gods <br />and create places of sin <br />and utter rebellion. <br /> <br />Only when the clock work <br />strikes midnight <br />are the hand seen <br />that writes on the wall <br />and only then, <br />there’s some comprehension <br />that all evil will perish <br />and that the city fortress will fall.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/babylon-11/
