Words hold the meaning that we assign them
Ever since the fall of the tower .....
Ancient land of mysteries solved
Where collective mind
cast away the shadow of doubt.
held siege by the Jealous Gods of war
A hundred times, babylon fell
to the Kassites, the Assyrians,
and was re-built by Nebuchadnezzar
The hanging gardens, of Eden
her fruit of art and music
flowed through deserts
with the sweet wine of Bacchus
intoxicating all in her pleasure.
In the aftermath of the great feast
they awoke to find
The Persian army stationed amidst them
having walked through the river
and under the walls.
Order reform, separation.
Dust to dust.
Alexander the Great
wooed her alive again..
dancing through gardens, libraries,
markets, travel and trade
musicians, poets and playwrights
came again to sing praises of her beauty.
With his death
pawed apart by the feuding decay of his bureaucrats.
Babylon, death and rebirth..
Now she lies beneath the sands,
beneath the waters of the Euphrates
A camel ride south of Bagdad
where the tanks and shells of many lands
shake the ancient tower down.
Hammurabi’s code still stands
shattered into a million languages.
Right is right
and Law is Law.