Diamond rings and emerald pearls,
A silver line that pushes our world.
The trust funds and wills,
The drills while society kills.
For too long we’ve wept,
With feeding troughs hardly kept.
The starving will cry and the homeless will die,
But the tower never falls.
What must be done to break the wall?
How on earth may the mighty fall?
A battle of might,
With a knife well in sight,
Will bend to the stabber’s demand.
The gambling with lives ends with a die,
A golden side of a tormented life.
What the watcher sees,
Can hardly please.
But to rock the boat we freeze.
To swipe the die takes keys.
The tower must fall,
But one wonders how it’s possible at all.
For history repeats,
Each generation the devil’s meat.
We toil our lives.
Our steely cold demise,
Lies waiting six feet under ground.
We have not yet broken,
A cycle where we are mere tokens.
I hope that you can see,
The imperative need for a wheeze.
A cough to bring up phlegm,
Could finally bring its end.
Our asymptotic procession,
Would always lead to recession.
But in life after now,
When beasts are shot down,
A kingdom of light,
A gilded slight,
The tower will finally fall.