Babylon Falls
Babylon fell
when the voices of our doubts rose
when fear took root
and uncertainty became
the crushing hydraulic silence that pressed
and pulverized the walls of our potential
We were fat before we became lean
though the bones existed before the skin
We were crawling before we blew sky high
though they said it was not our fate to fly
We opened windows to birds in mid flight
and exchanged pleasantries with eagles
We were so high we had no grounds to plant
our seeds of ingenuity and so had no option
but to ingeniously make them crawl on our skyhigh walls
Before Ozymandias,
We were the first to call out to the world
“Look on me…”
But we fell
We fell
into the mouths of gaping monsters
-fear’s chimera that wafts in with the breeze of second guesses
Those vapour like needles
punching holes in our confidence
We were too high
but it worked us from the roots
poisoned lies sweetened with comforts
and peddled by honey-tongued sing-song blackbirds
We are but clay
our walls are same
We rise like ashes when roused
and are taken by the willful winds
So when we allow the pools
of “I cannot”
to collect at the foot of our walls
We will ‘osmosify’ it all,
we will fall.
And so will our walls.
And so will our cities fall
And so will we fall
Babylon fell
under the blunt force
of unending bludgeonings of fear
We fell under the constant barrages of doubt’s canons.
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