We’re builders of temples and towers of height.
We build them to last and to proclaim our might.
Babel and Cheops and Eiffel et al;
We trust in our towers to make us feel tall.
We’ve always sought temples and towers to build;
Shrines to our selfish ambitions fulfilled,
Constructing our own little stairs to the stars,
Convinced of how clever and God-like we are.
But no matter what height we may finally achieve
With our temples and towers, or what we believe,
An indifferent universe churns it its space-
To our great chagrin, unaware of our race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice bouncy rhythm to this one, i love a poem that rhymes, wonderfully versed, a definate 10.