Touch Of Babylon Poem by Yavor Kostov

In a sea, in a dessert of,
connected by the darkness, destinies
in a pile of dirtiness,
fake values and
ratty messages about
fashionable make-up.
Among the noise of profane
screams and lower side,
among the fog of lies
and the dance of crazy hypocritical mime.
And the lack of beauty, unstopping hunger and
Holiness.
I heard a clear Heavenly anthem.
“The desperate call of the saints
has been heard
don’t let yourself be astray
for it had fallen.
Yes, the tower
named Babylon had fallen”