ROOTS

Tower of Babel's ancient spirit
spreading its roots through the soul,
defiant hearts erecting concrete fingers
attempt with rebellious aim to pierce sky's veil,
trapped in the irony of earthen claims
feet always cursed to eventually touch the soil
no matter how high the elevator rises.

Pride playing God in boardrooms as contrived heavens
using cocktail fables to feel so divine from executive view,
until angels push the clouds across the gaze