Unbridled Urban Development's Unholy Eyesaw

Oh what a pity
that in David's great city
they built a skyscraping tower.
the which to describe 
my poor words lack all power.

Those who dwell in its heights
enjoy rapturous sights
of the noble city below,
where those in the pit
who look up at it
are denied a commensurate show.

Now who  had the cheek,
if you let me thus speak,
to call this 'the Holy Land'?
If its name had been 'Babel'
I'd be better able
to explain the way things stand.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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