This poem was first published in The Lost Country literary journal.
Babylon
By Tyler Morrison
Babylon babbles on,
A babbling brook
Of whores and crooks
That pours on down
To Apollyon.
And Babel’s tongue
Was always forked,
Not from confusion,
But the old deception
Of garden snakes.
So march on, Princes!
Make New Wars!
Who dares to halt
The History Books’
Immaculate Progression?
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