A seasonal poem,to make you feel all “warm” on the inside,awwhh.
Burn ,Babylon ,Burn.
A grand chorus of once muted voices sings ,
of the ruin of empires and the fall of kings ;
in silhouetted frenzy a new hope rises from the dark ,
the tinderbox of wealth has caused the spark ;
bloodied ,brow-beaten and bullied ,
the dreams of the many remain unsullied ;
the Acropolis and the Prado are burning to-night ,
to-morrow the Tate Modern will burn just as bright ;
carpeted with a billion twinkling shards ,
emptied shopping malls give inspiration to the Bards ;
and the graffiti-daubed monuments to privilege and power ,
now only mark their builders final hour .
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