The Waters of Babylon
Why
from the greatest pain the sweetest music sounds?
It’s
in the soul’s extremes the finest beauty’s found.
The
mother’s tears, the widow’s loss, the child’s lament
Have
such intensity that only beauty gives a vent.
In
oppressive nations the same truth is found.
The
harshest gross injustice gives the sweetest sound.
Within
the confines of the slave the blues spring forth
And
from the tears of
O
Lord why must we weep before we make our song?
And
why does beauty need a foil of such a wrong?
Peter M. Grinham 5th June
2008
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