Sonnet 559

A Tower of Babel reaching to the sky
Built by stout arms of proud democracy,
Invoking God where human hearts defy
His dictums in a vain hypocrisy.
From many, one they piped in bold decree
Yet one of many did the others rule
By feigned inclusiveness that few could see,
They played the common as rank loathsome fools.
To further aims they would through hate divide
That darkness shroud the evils of their ends,
Controlling speech so none could there deride
Those pillars high that no truth could defend.
Obedience shall gain sweet promised lands:
So states the plaque where on the rubble stands.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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