Times of the tower

We are living in the times of the Tower

Storms thundering, striking by the hour

Pillar unprecedented in destruction

It rises to spark some conversation

A sudden shock of unstable structure

Truth right and wrong met with a rupture

Though it's meant to spark revelation

The trauma in the zeitgeist graven

A dialogue meant to speed production

Yet here it is forcing an interruption

Like cracking bricks or termite feasting wood

Slipping through the cracks like no one should

Those without pallor tossed out and descend

Wait for waters or rocks to find their end

Those in Alabaster Chambers recoil

At the damage reaped on their precious soil

They shut their eyes, turn to gentle books

Turning blind eyes, to exchange comforting looks

But those safe chambers face shattered illusions

No one is safe, save for those in revolution

It sounds dramatic, I know it too well

But for there to be a heaven, one must go through hell

Worse before better, tear down for relief

The Tower lives in all of us, undeniably

Only from scorched earth can the truth shine light

As smoke clears, new things grow free of old spite