Wench of Falljah
he stores his grapes
and warehouses his
wine
he grapples with men
and has concubines
his mighty hands
grasps these men
his strength so strong
it comes from within
might he fight
and stand jis ground
folk shall come from all around
his down fall
shall come
from a whore
the one his son
worships and adores
he to is caught
in her spell
she divides their loyalties
but who can tell
wet behind their ears
they whisper words
speakest not
of what he's heard
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
he ye great
wrest upon the shores
fallen, fallen Babylon the great has fallen
comest out of her
the men then rejoice
she makest them sin
they comest in her together
lest they know-est till
she speaks of he
he who hast
been with her
the night before
lest you take part
in her sinful ways again
fallen, fallen
the all the men have fallen
take part of
her sins never again
fallen, fallen
the men of Babylon
have fallen
greet her as friend
the concubine is gone
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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