A Tower of Babel reaching to the sky

Built by proud hands in feigned democracy—

Murmuring of God while faithless hearts defy

Blest dictums in a vain hypocrisy.

“From many, one,” they cried in bold decree

Yet one of many did the others rule,

By fake inclusion, masked in equity

They played the pawns as rank and loathsome fools.

To further aims they would by hate divide,

Black lies to shroud the evils of their ends,

Controlling speech so none could there deride—

Thin pillars high that no truth could defend.

So states the plaque where on the rubble stands.