Your sweet Amens rose up to the ether
When I heard the great doors slam shut
On the faces of souls yearning to breathe
And walk the streets of liberty.
Your burning incense wafts from high places,
Whence Moloch devours the innocents
And Asherah her carnal delight chases
'Mid the fallen ruins of time.
Did freedom ring from the once lofty heights,
When your soul was torn, cast lots for,
Mocked by darkness, as your fortunes you weighed
Between Scylla and Charybdis?
Or did you glance at the dim reflection,
Or hear the whisper of the voice,
In your youth ineffably seen and heard,
Now lost in the din of Babel?
No comments:
Post a Comment