Distant Shores
O what heavy price for independence
Valiant men dying in fierce triathlon
Battling to their last breath for its defense
As they protect the walls of Babylon
Laying down their lives with no shade of guilt
While powerless the great sun god watches
Its ravaged empire pillaged and rebuilt
Over layered bodies, bones and swatches
My tears taste bitter as you sail away
Cross daunting distant shores of Babylon
Wishing there were a way you could delay
And somehow all our troubles would be gone
My heavy heart on the wing of a swan
Amid hanging gardens of Babylon
Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest DISTANT SHORES sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH - RANKED 6TH
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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