A Tower of Babel reaching to the sky
Built by stout arms of proud democracy,
Invoking God though doubting hearts defy
His dictums in a vain hypocrisy.
From many, one they piped in bold decree
Yet one of many did the others rule,
By feigned inclusiveness that few could see
They played their minions as rank loathsome fools.
To further aims they would by hate divide,
Black darkness to shroud evils of their ends,
Controlling speech so none could there deride
Thin pillars high that no truth could defend.
Obedience shall gain sweet promised lands:
So states the plaque where on the rubble stands.
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