When the towers fell
They buckled under the fire
Consumed in the flames of Authoritarian power,
How biblical in scale!
They wilted just like a flower
Blazing beneath a dark continental sun,
Where like a human tower
The first man stood upright
And he walked like a sun rising up over the savannah.
Perhaps it was his vanity that willed himself to be
Freed from the worms eye view
Of a bent over beast?
Look at me!
He cried towering over his wretched kind,
And in turn, they stared in awe and crowned him king.
As true today as two million years ago
To be human has remained unchanged
For every fallen tower no sooner than gets replaced,
To be human is to be enslaved