Here's a poem I considered using over at The Bellman
as part of my Memorial Day poetry blogging
post. It didn't seem appropriate.
The Canzoniere, poem 137
Greedy Babylon has crammed the bag
with God's anger, wicked fare, and deeds,
almost to bursting, and has made its deities
not Jupiter and Pallas, but Venus and Bacchus.
Waiting for justice wearies and consumes me:
but I foresee a new sultan among them,
who will establish one seat, not soon enough
for me, and that will be in Baghdad.
Babylon's idols will be scattered on the ground,
and her proud towers, threatening heaven,
and her guards burned as they burn within.
Beautiful souls and friends of virtue
will rule the world: and we'll see it turned
all to gold, and filled with ancient works.