Heal Babylon

Heel Babylon, your dreams have evaporated

the wind scorching your grounds, once riparian.

Playgrounds turned to desert, burning man,

We kept dancing, while the rivers of Babylon dried.


Is it time for the prophecy we once ignored,

Or can your good spirit and beauty be restored?


Feel Babylon, the sun baked your once opulent lands,

Man has taken its toll, and you’re charging interest,

Cracked mud on your river banks, like caked blood on our hands

If the earth is our mother, we committed an ecological incest.


Is it time for the prophecy we once ignored,

Or can your good spirit and beauty be restored?


Can you heal, Babylon? Turn back into Zion?

Stanch your wounds, seal the leak in care

Let your mountains, once shimmering with snow

after a fair warning, show us your alpenglow…

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