Alice Anne Gordon


The Holy Whore Of Babylon - Poem by Alice Anne Gordon

The Holy Whore of Babylon cries.
Her plea, invection cast as lies.
Prejudice awaits her toil,
Propaganda spates her foil,
Sin’ly, thinly await to rise.

To shed the shackles of her ties,
They think that she is in demise.
Blood begins to creep and boil.
The Envoy unchallenged.

The Holy Whore of Babylon flies,
Her motives strong, rejected; wise
Prejudice foretells her; loyal
Propaganda outstrips her; Royal
As others dictate; she simply sighs.
The Envoy unchallenged.


Comments about The Holy Whore Of Babylon by Alice Anne Gordon

  • Ritwika Raha (3/29/2013 11:30:00 AM)

    nicely written....impressive! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (9/21/2007 4:10:00 AM)

    What a soothing musical lilt and well chosen words. Nice piece.

    Take care
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  • (9/21/2007 3:15:00 AM)

    i like it. love from me (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 11, 2011


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