Demur

karmadefect

Demur

Oh the sweet human soul capable of such
kindness, why won’t you prevail?
Toss away that hunger for power,
the bloodlust,
Mammon!
Restrain your ambitions.

Bury your blades and your muskets.
Carry the world off these fields.
I weep for the loss and the reign of terror.
I weep for humanity done wrong by this error.
Look at this sight!
And behold our own doing.
Babylon,
as we stand and hail.

Oh sweet human soul; prevail!