Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Painting and repainting the future of our land with crooked hands
Laughing at things as the world pass us by.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again
Writing us messages that have no bloodline.
Although black oil runs in our veins like water of vegetation
There is a sunstroke in our land.
We dream of cassava songs in the market
We dream of an open vehicle that could bear the tiredness of our souls but we are at the verge of things.
Our chairmen our flag bearers of fences
Translators of black dreams with European mirror.
The white house is open for destitutes, kindred of destitutes that are china in African sun.
Those chairmen are in the tower of babel again and there is a sunstroke in our land
The scorching heat is against banana groves.
Look and see children on a hungry march in the metallic road.
God had with his finest sensors
Picked the edifice and its sponsors,
Then surfaced to have it videoed.
What angels could have Him radioed!
God,all along Himself radar,
Knew what to do to Man's ladder
And bombs can throw to burst bladder...
Bur-no!-He is always father:
Should God not be man's guide rather?
Men should only sparsely gather,
Save in streams with soaps that lather
No exceptions—Blast Men's Cadre!
And so the Tower kissed Nadir...
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A tranquil land, when the Earth was but few
Refreshing renewal, beginning anew
Noah and sons, grew to remain
Multiplied nation, so it became
Mountain of Ararat, water subside
A move to the east, with fears aside
Families therein, travelled afar
A settled plain in the land of Shinar
Bold decision, people of prime
Building themselves, for such a time
A great high tower, apparent worth
Be not scattered over all the earth
Work commenced, building the city
Bricks and mortar, workers busy
Ever-ready, no time to stall
Unexpected to cease at all
Might endured, the time it took
A displeased father, there to look
Ever more sinful, none to repent
Ignoring the one who gave them strength
Labouring on, within their own plans
Worshipping the work of their own hands
A call from high, un-amused
Let their languages be confused
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Spiral tower stretches towards the sky
Higher than swiftest bird will fly
But even on the top if you lie
You will not necessarily go to heaven after you die
For heaven is not ordinary place
You will not reach it even if the tower stretches to outer space
But in every heart is heavenly place
In every soul there is a seed of divine grace
But what if tower was not build of stone
Or bone
In healthy body healthy spirit that is a saying is known
What if new consciousness in the body mind and spirit has grown?
Neural flame this consciousness would forge at its base
And new consciousness would be forged also in soul’s space
Gradually more profound things than it consciousness would replace
As things beyond spirit would grow to form a tower that would reach divine place
Tower of babel
falls pride crushed dust
scattered across the face
Of earth dull heads crumble
Who challenges Gods of the ice-bergs
Spilling thorns on sad milky way
Are we building tower ?
Let it crumble on heart.
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Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
29 January,2015
God had directed man
To disperse throughout the earth,
But instead they built a city,
So Babel was given birth.
This magnificent tower
Reached way up to the heavens;
A monument of man’s power
For later generations.
The dwellers on the Plain of Shinar
Disbelieved God’s promise.
That He’d never send another flood;
The rainbow’s promise served this purpose.
In defiance they built the tower;
Complete rebellion reigned;
Lead them into idolatry,
For which Babel was famed.
All work came to a standstill;
Their languages God confounded.
Sent lightening from heaven;
The top of this tower grounded.
God scattered his people abroad
To stop the spirit of murmuring.
They hated their Creator
Who prevented their laboring.
In his wonderful mercy,
God destroyed the Babel Tower.
Instead of destroying His children,
He simply showed them his mighty power.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012
burnished ladder lifts
human pride ascends each rung
divine will descends
Written by the wisest of man
The reign of loss; the age of sand
Ancient scribes search in their hearts
For what will be once they depart
The course is vain, carved by self-need
The river flows from beauty to greed
Gods of love detached from their sight
Excuses now to murder the light
Wisdom knows the pleasure that sings
In the minds of desperate things
Just one pretext and all would collapse
Into the world which they are now trapped
Open eyes scanning for sight
The darkened mass creating the night
The ashen blood coating their dreams
In which they laugh for lack of true sleep
A world of one, Babylon’s pride
The tower formed, pleasing their lies
The wakeful flow with passion unhinged
But love is caught and numbed by syringe
Written now for the wisest of those
That may awake from forceful repose
A guiding star upon inner truth
Awake to strength or find it removed
belfrey and the bats therein
risen high on heady winds
as if a quirk as if a whim
the bats like rats within my soul
they sat like cats within my skull
beneath this skin inside was sin
this world will fail for lack of men
and bats full of rabid ilk
spilled my brain with spider silk
i quaffed the gall and rancid milk
to binge i cringe outside the fringe
and cinder singe my heart a twinge
O belfrey and the bats therein
i've hurt my friends my love my kin
the world will fall because of men
as ashes fall from burning oil
demand the bats be damned to toil
be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil
the world will fall as well as men
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