By: Cedric McClester

Babylon hath fallen
Said the crier to the town
And all the graven images
Lie broken on the ground
So eat drink and arise ye princes
At the trumpet’s sound
And gather ye in the houses
Where salvation is found

For thus hath the Lord
Sayeth onto me
Gather up the scribes
To record what they see
If evil’s in the land
Thou can’t just let it be
If your claim to fame
Is that you worship Me

Behold the man who insists
That he holds no blame
For the evil that he does
In his country’s name
He makes the children suffer
Just because they came
To this land of promise
That isn’t quite the same

Beware that your silence
Also makes a sound
When good people do nothing
They too are hell bound
Like someone who demands the flesh
Of others by the pound
One day they’ll lie prostrate
Trembling on the ground




Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019.  All rights reserved.