[babylon lullaby]

...and while the most powerful man in the world
goes to sleep in his big,big bed
in his big,big house...
with the distant flip-flopping wings
of police helicopters,safely guarding
his every snore and yawn...
there are bodies with no name and no voice,
blood washed away with the cries of the wind...

he murmurs to himself,
as he falls deeper into his dream:
“i worship the sound of cash registers,
of oil streams,of animals multiplying”...
little did he know,the man of many armies
that god’s power lies in the heart and not in bombs....
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