Geckos roam the land of generations,
After generations of human innovation and creativity,
They adorn the cities between the Euphrates and the Tigris,
Where years of carefully planned empires have been,
Believed to be a reflection of the Heaven on Earth.
Spices roam the land of Hammurabi,
Where codes of law exerts some control over underlings,
The will of God was that they were to rule,
For years of years that is going to come to pass.
The spiders are the spies of Egypt,
Sent to investigate the land for them,
The rivalry between Egypt and Babylonia is fossilized,
In war and in theology.
Why make words that look like actual things?
The sages of yore-days believe in cuneiform,
Why change when everything is a reflection of majesty?
The scribes sun-dry the plates and store them,
In halls grand enough to be sung of frequently.
Despite the apparent codes of law,
Chaotic events often ravage the land,
Minor crimes were nothing,
So were naughty parodies of the fellow kinsmen,
When famines come nearly every decade,
When droughts seek to suck out the last vestige of land.
What do these pictures reflect in terms of the livelihood of the people?
The lingering of tales shall appease the angry God,
And the creativity of its people lives forever in collective memory,
Though ugly can be such ancient depiction of human conditions,
Yet I can feel them now fresh in mind and heart.
Babylonians no more they are,
But their spirit lives on till now,
Reborn, rejuvenated and embellished,
Perhaps with Arabian curry and papyrus marshland,
To feed the insatiable hunger of constructive information.
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50 Poetry for a Happy Soul
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