PROEM & POEM No. 12 - Tower of Babel / 1st Reprise
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The biblical account in Genesis’11th chapter, the first 9 verses, describes briefly the construction of a city and in it a tower. The tower as designed was to “reach unto heaven”, thwarted by God confounding the common language, a linguistic schism among engineers, builders and laborers, thus scattering “abroad upon the face of all the earth” along with city’s populace. The story so concludes “therefore is the name of it called Babel” per King James’ commissioned version, forever ensuring the word’s usage poetically, metaphorically as well literally.
Sermonized often is the story, admonishing parishioners towards humility, consequently warning against the folly when assuming too arrogantly, aspiring too lofty. It is fitting to draw a moral, personal lesson, though to do so one must step even myopically trip over the obvious.
The ruling elite of this story mandated and taxed for the construction of city and tower, hence forced utilization and confiscation of human resources; skilled and unskilled labor, private property and possession, including any personal coin and commodity for exchange and barter. This should read quite familiar (i.e. government today), else slam close this fuckin’ book and burn it, for unprepared is the reader’s mind to respect and regard the Peculiar Human Ability to Reason, inseparably the Singular Human Right to Consent or Not Consent.
Sermonized often is the story, admonishing parishioners towards humility, consequently warning against the folly when assuming too arrogantly, aspiring too lofty. It is fitting to draw a moral, personal lesson, though to do so one must step even myopically trip over the obvious.
The ruling elite of this story mandated and taxed for the construction of city and tower, hence forced utilization and confiscation of human resources; skilled and unskilled labor, private property and possession, including any personal coin and commodity for exchange and barter. This should read quite familiar (i.e. government today), else slam close this fuckin’ book and burn it, for unprepared is the reader’s mind to respect and regard the Peculiar Human Ability to Reason, inseparably the Singular Human Right to Consent or Not Consent.
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At hand the hard task, else to stand `hind nard-mask
Thus the Isms’ waft and whiff from shattered cask
Splattered from flask silver and gold yet purloined
Clipped coin to rash cash, avarices cleverly enjoined
Come let us Reason. Peace is always a Choice.
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