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B is for Penned

Exiled
Stranded by the rivers of Babylon
Lost
For words and sin are present
And they are many.

Tears hardened like wax in my hand
My child is dead
Still,
Born from yesterday, I held out hope…
Like Israel’s lepers
Chuckle
My brothers
Look how all of us are one now
Ceremoniously unclean
in word
Indeed
Shipped on the same boat to Assyria
To Medes
To Persia
To Death!
To li------
Yes, a quick toast… to lies!
Before we go on
But where?
But…

Where are the prophets?
They sit in chains.
Where are the priests?
They waste away.

So I am left to plot my own redemption.

I will keep their gods at a distance
And hope mine covers the nakedness
I will keep their gods at a distance
Though they call me one.

Because while there many princes in Babylon
I remain
Exiled
Stranded by the rivers of Babylon
Lost
For words, and sin are present
And they are many.

Penned
Part of the Africant Initiative
06:04:10
Tracy j Hutchings ©

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