Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Ode to the Far Kingdoms

O Babylon unmake your name;
Unfurl your sheets of veiled shame.
Disband the guard across your gates
And let us wander to our fates.

Jerusalem, break down the wall
That wails and weighs upon us all.
Fling our God-prayers to the wind
And heap the ash on those who’ve sinned.

From Damascus down to Tel Aviv
I saw her naked body grieve;
I saw her brothers pray for war
And sisters hide who knew the score.

O Babylon returned to dust;
Jerusalem, your gates are rust;
Damascus down to Tel Aviv;
Grieve, grieve, grieve.
-PTR

A bit of doggerel before heading home to a fine Scotch. Tonight I think it will be Tomatin.

3 comments:

Vincent said...

There's nothing like a bit of fine doggerel as appetiser for a bit of fine Scotch. Tomatin? You sure that's genuine Scotch?

PatricktheRogue said...

Hmmm, having polished off about five or six bottles over the years, I certainly hope so. It's a small distillery - here's the link: http://www.tomatin.com/home.htm

Alicia Michele Benjamin said...

Thanks for the poem! But I'd leave the Scotch alone.........
:-)