Babbling at Babylon
I am lost.
Babylon drowns my sorrows and my sanities.
Zion is lost to me, a wisp of memories.
Shepherds kill lambs and feast,
While the old guards blind themselves willfully.
She-packs dressed as ewes ravage the flock.
Hidden, the young can only be found
By dark forces of change not wanted.
I wept, forgetting how to sing.
Traces of songs not sung
Try to dance on the waves of time.
Even illusions of safe havens are fleeting.
I weep, and no one sees.
I mourn, and no one hears.
I fail, and no one helps.
Words like honey flow from my tongue,
Not mine yet shouted like mine,
Into unholy hurricanes.
Desires and love fly from my heart,
Mine and not mine, not mine to give, yet given anyway,
Into empty, blank, unresponsive souls.
Draw me, call me, drag me
Home to Zion,
The place I never knew and never appreciated.
Pure water flows, and food is free.
Hunger runs, and justice rains.
Joy rules, and fear dies.
Inspired by the Boney M. song, “Rivers of Babylon”
