FALLEN

Once upon a time

men spoke of hope

and poems rhymed with wind;

Today men tremble,

trying to cope

with visions of the end.

The Day of the Lord

is surely now at hand

when men account for ev’ry deed,

Babylon the Great

is forced to disband,

forsaking all her greed.

She still holds high

the cup of God’s wrath

as if she did no wrong;

She led the world

on insanity’s path,

she who seemed so strong.

But her time is over;

it’s her turn to fall,

to restore the bounty she stole;

Yes, Babylon’s fallen, fallen,

every last wall;

She’s taken her final toll.

(c) Sept. 16, 2007

Glenn Hall