The Tower of Babel – A poem

We’re terrified of being broken

We’re frightened of the truths unspoken

Our fears underneath it all

We are destined to fall

Look at that tower, standing tall

We forget that pride comes before a fall

And in our pride, we are blind to it all

When we finally see the end, we stall

Maybe it won’t happen, perhaps the end isn’t nigh

As the tower crumbles from on high

A lightning bolt strikes the steeple

And debris falls among the people

Written by Miss Wren

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