The City of Pity
Harlot rides the scarlet colored beast,
"the rich, fat cats having a feast.”
Come now ten horns of ten fables
Loose the yokes of uneven gables
Babylon, Babylon the great
Ten nations shall furnish your plate
Mystery Babylon the great
Economic icon is greed’s mate
Mother of all mothers the harlot
Bloody wars ride beast colored scarlet
Scarlet beast borne econ harlot
Waste the city, the econ starlet
Two pillows, of knees bowed low
Beneath ashen face has lost its glow
The Caterpillars’ hum has ceased
The new city shall weep for peace
For one day in a month in a year
A sign shall appear in a sphere
Those that sigh, shall understand
Fled into many mountains stand
False liberty is of God forsaken
Prepare for this rude awakening
False pie in the sky is too high
Still, fat cats ask the poor to comply
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Written 10/10/2011
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