An Elevator Ride in the Tower of Babel
In case you’ve ever wondered
What it might be like to travel
Up and down the corridors
Of the great Tower of Babel.
I’ll tell you what you’ll find there
In hopes that you won’t bother
To make the needless visit
For it has nothing to offer.
Masses upon masses of people
Not knowing what they’re after
By friends surrounded in fool’s paradise
Loneliness disguised as laughter
Because their true identity
A mystery remains
Their work to attain a higher sphere
Will all be done in vain.
In the ballroom we find them busy
Eating, drinking, and being merry
Frantically worshiping individuality
Their morals arbitrary.
The library is full of sophists
Who in their minds, are ever learning
Yet never able to come to knowledge
For the truth they’ll always be yearning.
Aimless concepts are the focus
Straightening deck chairs on the titanic
No messages just mediums
Nothing remotely messianic.
The walls are covered in paintings
Glorifying the confusing and abstract
Don’t try to deduce any meaning
Their purpose is to distract.
You’ll find plenty of entertainment
Geared to embed false satisfaction
Bread and circuses for everyone
Inviting tragic moral contraction.
By their own strength they strive for heaven
In this desperate spiritual heist
Rather than put their faith in the justice,
And mercy of Jesus Christ.
Please don’t be fooled by its size
Nor by its esteemed popularity
For soon this great tower will fall
Unmatched will be the severity.