The Rivers Of Babylon Poem by Michael Walker
The Rivers Of Babylon
The fear that we sow is the fear that we reap,
Even in Avalon,
Yet nobody knows the tears that they weep
By the Rivers of Babylon.
The dew that we sweat is the dew of our debt,
Even in Avalon,
Yet nobody knows why they are not wet
By the Rivers of Babylon.
We dread for the living less than the dead,
Even in Avalon,
Yet nobody knows of the blood that they shed
By the Rivers of Babylon.
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