I Live in Babylon

I live in Babylon

Where a cloud is over our heads

Where the moon looks down on the suffering

And they send deluded to the dead.

And in the night every day passes

Where the signs keep telling the masses

'Nothing is wrong, everything sane,'

While they send the deluded down to the grave.

 

And the sugary sweet

That so fills our treats

Is living inside our heads.  

This poem is about: 
Our world

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