{"id":129288,"date":"2023-09-02T11:55:29","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:55:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129288"},"modified":"2023-09-02T11:55:49","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:55:49","slug":"hour-three-babylon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-three-babylon\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Three: Babylon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400;text-align: right\"><em>\u201cBy the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy. They said, \u2018Sing us one of the songs of Zion!\u2019 How can we sing our songs of praise while in a strange land? (Psalm 137:1-4)<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-128687 alignright\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/62FE12BD-1CFC-45B1-AE1F-CB86F8459E76-300x200.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"404\" height=\"269\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/62FE12BD-1CFC-45B1-AE1F-CB86F8459E76-300x200.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/62FE12BD-1CFC-45B1-AE1F-CB86F8459E76-1024x683.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/62FE12BD-1CFC-45B1-AE1F-CB86F8459E76-768x512.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/62FE12BD-1CFC-45B1-AE1F-CB86F8459E76-480x320.jpeg 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/62FE12BD-1CFC-45B1-AE1F-CB86F8459E76.jpeg 1536w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 404px) 100vw, 404px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">They gave us a space<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">At the bottom<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where we can see wider spaces<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Circling above us<\/p>\n<p>with vultures<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">They captured us to cage us<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where we can be their entertainment<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And learn \u201cuseful skills\u201d for their profit<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">So we can love them for the benefit<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And forget the tortures<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where they can continue to look down<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where they contain us<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">In this empty space we sit where<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">no trees shelter the joy we brought with us<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">We weep because we forgot<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">What we lost<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">We weep because we remember<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">What we no longer sing<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cBy the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy. They said, \u2018Sing us one of the songs of Zion!\u2019&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":853,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[5783],"class_list":["post-129288","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-marathon2023"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129288","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/853"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129288"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129288\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129358,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129288\/revisions\/129358"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}