Babel

be damned

Thief art — MS Paint

Have you been awarded the Maltese Cross
The wilderness burns, sanity is damned
The storm is aflame and all seems at loss
Doubt makes for haste, as the kindling is fanned
Jumped is the causeway, cursed, the snake slithers
The blaze unrestrained, parched are the badlands
Reckoned by confluence of two rivers
Caught betwixt meandering desert sands
Does a season’s fall include all others
Is Earth in eccentricity orbit
What is profound — we surely take bother
Lest fall damned to an opening gambit
Slandered by political persuasion
Fooled twice by all the elites of the throng
Shackled by a lost past called salvation
Doomed by the reckless and preached by swan song
The Maltese Cross is not to daunt children
Innocence lost, the wounded in battle
The dousing of flames — the brave yet stricken
Honour not umbrage — tower of Babel
Preachers now wreckers and all haters be
Cast in the irons of hypocrisy
Save your preaching for the day of your fall
And hope by your God, you do know it all