From Eden to the land of Nod
Cain went under the curse of God,
The man who knew no pity;
And having slain his brother found
An unoffending spot of ground
And builded him a city.
Then brick on brick and stone on stone
He raised a tower of his own,
Full fit to be a prison;
Now walled within he stands despising
This bondage of his own devising
And wonders how it’s risen.
Now glass and girders, steel, cement
Assail the stars and firmament
Till he has near forgot them;
Now earth, air, water, hills, and trees
Become the chattel (he believes)
Of those who’ve paid and bought them.
In Babylon where rivers run
Hot as serpents in the sun,
Cold as souls of misers,
Upon the ladder’s lowest rung
My people’s harps and hearts were hung
As prey for advertisers.
And they were taught with deft aplomb
To scale the heights; they clawed and clomb
And nearly touched the heavens.
So sapped of all humanity
And flush with fell urbanity,
They eat their bread with leaven
Where bleak barrages pounce from perches
Over streets, and cable searches
Homes with hooks and talons;
Where baited pleasures lead the lured
Down precipitous paths insured
By congressmen and felons.
In Babylon did Genghis Khan
Turn profits on the White House Lawn,
Then ringing up the churches
He called a meeting of the Board
To barter for their Golden Hoard
And hanged them by their purses.
In Babylon where I was born
My wings were clipped, my locks were shorn,
And I was made the target
Of researchers and analysts
And celebrated panelists
Who put me on the market.
And now that I’ve been marked and sold
It seems my story’s all been told
For those who’ve ears to hear it;
So marvel not nor weep for me
But get thee to a nunnery
Or lose both soul and spirit.