Revelation 18

Dear Babylon,

I like your eyes made of gold
I hope they can see.

In order that they may span the entirety of your dominion
to watch the farmer, tilling soil, be robbed of his land
while factories, sweatshops, and machinery invade the scenic view.

and that one day they may be blinded when the Light returns.

Dear Babylon,
I like your ears made of pearls
I hope they can hear.

that they may be filled the waning cries of children
as they slip into silence forever
leaving nothing behind but bare limbs and an empty stomach.

and that one day they may be deafened by our Heavenly Anthem.

Dear Babylon,
I like your nose of jewels
I hope it can smell

that you may breath deeply the odor of death
the burning of houses
the smoke-filled bars hosting temporary merriment

and that one day the divine Fragrance might reach your nostrils like toxic gas.

Dear Babylon,
I like your legs of steel
I hope they can walk

so you may tread the paths of earth and road
with those who never stop,
displaced by war and money and storm

and that one day you might be crippled when our Army overtakes you in battle.

Dear Babylon,
I like your fine linen clothes
I hope they keep you warm

so you may spend the night with
men and women and children
on the sidewalks covered in snow.

and that one day you may be stripped of them, as you have stripped the innocence of fragile young girls.

Dear Babylon,
I like your heart of stone
I hope that it can feel

That you may be numbed by the emptiness of those you've made rich

and that one day you may know in full the pain you've invented.

Dear Babylon,
I can't wait to watch you fall.