Am I building my Babel?

On a hope deferred. 

Am I building my Babel?

Brick upon brick

Constructing an edifice

Of my own achievement.

A monument, a stairway

Ascending by the effort of my own might. 

Am I building my Babel?

A ziggurat of articulate,

Profound, impressive thought,

Words are its stones,

Thoughts its mortar,

The materials with which a man

Makes his mark on the universe,

Though veneered with a sparkling

Coat of praise,

A dialect which aggrandises the speaker

And not the Subject. 

Am I building my Babel?

Am I building my Babel?

Am I building my Babel?

Unawares, an effort to reach heaven

Which in truth tries to

Become it’s equal. 

May this tower be decimated.

Am I destroying my Babel?

Am I rebuilding Jerusalem?