Alas, Babylon
Alas, Babylon…
your walls are crumbling once again.
Your people down in the streets
collectively cheer as you fall;
they turn their backs to you.
The Dharma Bums stick their thumbs out,
hitching a ride to the nearest nirvana;
this land of their birth and of plenty
failed to deliver even one noble truth.
From the back of a pickup, they watch;
with wind on their faces, they eye the horizon.
Behind them, the screams of thousands
are swallowed in the din of Healing Earthquakes.
your walls are crumbling once again.
Your people down in the streets
collectively cheer as you fall;
they turn their backs to you.
The Dharma Bums stick their thumbs out,
hitching a ride to the nearest nirvana;
this land of their birth and of plenty
failed to deliver even one noble truth.
From the back of a pickup, they watch;
with wind on their faces, they eye the horizon.
Behind them, the screams of thousands
are swallowed in the din of Healing Earthquakes.