The great “Kingmaker” arises, with empires in its beams
From Shinar, the plains of the east, it gently streams
Where Nimrod, the great hunter, led the world’s teams
To found the tower of Babel, unconquerable as it seems
Where our tongues were birthed to separate the great fabric of humanity at its seams
Is it for naught that the Chaldeans had worshipped thee?
Babylon, the first of Kingdoms before whom the valiant flee
With terror, prostrating the earth before her knee
Her colossal walls, hanging gardens…displaying her wealth for all to see
That the beauty of the world’s glorious throne eternally belongs to the Chaldee
Has the sun ever set in the east?
Then shall the wind-embattled sea fail to produce a second beast
Whose third rib-in-teeth was obtained from an eagle-winged-lion at a feast
Who can change this limping bear’s law in the least?
Yet, Medo-Persia must yield the throne to the Greeks
How short-lived is thy conquest, Oh Great Alexander!
Since Arbela where thou decimated the hosts of Persia asunder
Until the herculean cup kissed thee dead with a fever and no reminder
Where are thy seeds, thy heritage to keep together?
That thy generals, four, battle for thy throne, we wonder…
Shall imperial Rome forever last?
That iron monarchy, which reduced the nations into dust
Can she defy nature and escape rust
That her flag shall never witness half-mast
Another feat to hold the world aghast
The opulence and sacraments of the ‘Holy See’ couldn’t stay thy course
The Mohammedans eagerly wait for thy return with brutal wars
And divided Europe looks on helplessly with deep remorse
As power shifts westward through American doors
The great ‘Kingmaker’ is about setting…on Russian or American shores?
But a mightier One had hitherto decreed
The circuits the ‘Kingmaker’ must proceed
This prophecy the might of man cannot recede
Nor can the pages of this world’s history refuse to heed
Till the dawn of the promised Seed
