At first, the language was one.
The words spoken were the same one.
People walked to the side Eastern,
And settled in the plains of Babylon.

They learnt to bake hard bricks.
Built walls with tar and bricks,
And developed a city with a tower.
To show the world their power.

When the Lord saw the city,
And the tower inside the city,
He said, “People are united as one,
They speak language one.”

“They can do now whatever they want
Make them equal to Gods? No, I can’t.
On the earth, I’ll scatter them all over,
So, they’ll understand each other never.”

Their spoken language, God mixed up
In turn, different languages came up.
And different groups were formed.
The will of the Lord thus prevailed.



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Simple Simon

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