Revolts as storms and undercurrents
Assaulted a Babel much beloved,
Bringing the ruin of great monuments
All for an old question yet unsolved.
Depraved masters of Babel’s cursed spire
Loved power as every spider its web,
So their grip on their work did not tire
Nor did their love for its nest egg ebb.
They shared yokes as ribbons of honour
Which would make blind foes willing servants.
‘Take these awards of rainbow colour,
And be our submissive militants.’