empires come and go 

and nothing ever changes

it’s still fear that drives the engine

demanding blood to flow

fear so deep those afraid call it

power

from high towers

though Babel fell

Deus Vult their cry

the words fear-laden

call to mind memories of the desert

or is it a fate to come?

remembered horror

or

our newest crumbling empire

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Check out some poetry from Denver’s local poets at thepoets.co

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