Weep, Weep the Eternal City by S. E. Johnson


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Weep, Weep the Eternal City

The Utopian City has fallen in shame
under the wait of its own armies.
The swollen pride of bureaucracy is all to blame.

The mentors of the Glorious Echelons have fled
into the wilderness their sins to hide.
Tis what the prophet said
Weep, weep the eternal city.

All the ivory towers have abandoned knowledge
The silver soldiers fill the streets below,
And we are left alone to stand.
Where shall we go?
.
And when the dreamers come what shall they see,
The emptiness of pride,
Weep, weep the eternal city.
The prophet and the lion both replied.