Towers of Babel

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