Another Prayer For Babylon

This life is full of confusion and craziness.

Where there is order there is also a mess.

This is all an illusion it seems and

its time to head up to a high mountain stream.

This world is on fire raging out of control

with dictators and fascist rulers in power

pulling the strings manning the big nuclear guns

and killing off the natives.

The notes of a weeping violin soar like an eagle

across the dark skies above a country

full of lies.

One thousand babies are born and

another thousand die.

More endangered species are becoming extinct.

They call this life in the capitalist system

climbing the corporate ladder

for material gain.

You work and work until you go insane

and who said life was going to be fair?

It is the middle of August, a week after the anniversary

of Hiroshima.

The daily headlines say the inspectors still haven’t found any

weapons of mass destruction yet.

Look at the shifty eyes of the western world and its war machine

producing tons of bad karma.

Who’s going to pay for it all in the end?

Listen to the night wind howling through the raped forest

and take a deep breath and say another prayer for Babylon.