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When they reach to the edge of the sky
What then?
Will they then realise that all
Is but a lie
Created by bad apples that
Can only be sly?

Up they build
Great boxes of glass that outdo each other
The new arena a few metres in the air
A wanton need to show
That they are here

Everyone flocks to inhabit these dens
They are filled with people
Who show no care
For the wreckage they cause
That cost us all so dear

The city is to some the
Life blood of the country
Sky scrapers abound
That herald the age of infamy
The builders cater to the needs
Of the fat cats 
Who are indiscreet and greedy

When rules are to be broken
The inhabitants of these phalluses
Never shirk from taking unfairly
The glass facades barely hide
Their disdain for honesty
Pirates they all wish to be

The foundations of these glittering
Havens of crime are built on
Overhyped manic property dealings
That sours so easily

A different world is 
The central business district
It dwarfs the land
And is seen from far and wide
Everyone wants to work in the city
Despite the loss of their conscience
The money is good
And that makes it all ok

When will the tallest building be built?
The race is on
One country wants to pip another at the post
All have as their agenda a big boast
None can see a future full of financial woes   

One day the house of glass
Will topple down
One day honesty might reign in the city
One day the boardrooms will
Promote fraternity

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