The Bird and Baby

I watched us build the city on a hill.
A great tower in the sky.
The emitting light a high,
Which reached very pillar,
And as the earth breathed it grew stiller.

We built the city on corruption,
And lied to see that it was stable.
The foundation of fable,
We strengthened with stone,
And closed our eyes to see where we’d be thrown.

Now I pass this on to you,
So that if nothing else, you will know,
After I am dead and down,
And these buildings fall old,
Your own deceit is no stronghold.