Babylon Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei
Babylon
Hooth! He comes in no cent
INNOCENT!
Like Budha, enlightened, open
Up to flew out.
Babylon, lost, born, found,
Unite, join me. To Babylon.
Babylon, your thrown born down
Pure and green
Came became, bright to shine
Pompous to rule,
Rule, oh! Rule to grow
Wings and feathers,
Feathers to fly
Fly away Home
Away home to Zion
At a morn or dusk
To lay and hay in visible
Invisibly.
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