Babylon quotes

Summer is a cruel season, clashing

between order and chaos, threatening 

our world across dimensions, with battling

sectarian storms and hurricane winds 

that fan the wheels of fire. 

 

But earth is forgetful, our walks are peaceful 

in dappled sunlight. By the river 

the swans hiss at the puppy, yet glide

calmly and beautifully at the violet hour, 

touched by the late sun. 

Walking over the grass is just so pleasant.

The wind is rustling in the tall willow trees. 

They have grown fast, in fast moving times.

 

Alien evenings, at home, when we return 

to the bright screens laying bare 

other realities, at once assaulting, unprovoked, hitting: 

Agony in stony places! The children! 

 

You will do what we tell you to, because we tell you so 

Who are you? We are trying to tear down the masks 

of those cloaked in disguise and hiding in the shadows. 

You do what you're told... and so will you!

The seeds of conflict sprout in fiery points: 

They call it advances, they call it progress. 

 

Outside the window, a blackened sky, the first stars. 

Dark clouds are rushing past, carried by the wind 

like any half-formed thoughts that come and go: 

"What do you want?" we ask those in the shadows, 

who play their desires and longtime ambition 

like board games. Will the losers be winners? 

 

At the violent hour, we watch more bloodshed 

on our screens, see the myth of order and chaos 

shattered and cry with the screams of the innocents. 

 

The warmth of summer has lulled us into apathy. 

There is another heat burning now 

and a glacial winter has been predicted.. 

Gentile or Jew, believers or infidels? 

Is there no end to the chain reaction, 

brother against brother?

After the shouting and the crying,

will there ever be spring again? 

Those who were living are no more,

still the dead are calling for change. 

 

Yet there a signs, a new generation, 

standing tall in rejection, talk differently: 

We will not do what you tell us to! 

Those in the shadows are flailing.

Are we, who are living, failing?

 

It happens so fast now, it is impossible

not to hear, not to see. In our endlessly

rolling time-wheel we are the cogs out of sync,

trying to regain balance by entering

an altered state of consciousness,

to receive important messages out of nowhere.

Already transmissions are running fast and faster. 

Once the avalanche has started, it's too late

for the pebbles to vote.