The Fall of Progress

Build the tower toward the Heavens,
Upward progress is our goal.
Brick by brick with our two hands,
The tower'll be unbreakable!
Higher! Higher! No rest aloud,
Rest is for the weak in mind.
Crumble! Crumble! down it comes,

Who forgot the foundation?

The tower ebbed down brick by brick,
and progress was defeated.
Our home was pried from calloused hands,
Which left us cold and naked.
We were once a mighty city,
With one great tale of glory.
But now were strewn about the world,
Enslaved to our own stories.