Fortune finds itself surrounded by beggars
Cloaked in the shadow of guilt –
Wretched bodies of men, thrown to the stones
On which this city was built.
Ashes to dust, your phoenix was slaughtered
By invalids covered in grease,
And through the streets and underground tunnels
You wait for the moaning to cease.
Babylon
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