PREAMBLE: - Gen 11:4-5 says: And they said, "Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower whose top is in the heavens; let us make a name for ourselves.” You see, right from the get go, the incredible Godlike creative quality resident in mankind even after the fall, led us remake themselves, but of course, not in God’s image but in our very own not so house of fun warped mirror image pictured in our cracked and concaved broken little selves. We men especially are always driven to make a name for ourselves and I have met many a self-made man and tell you that most are some of the ugliest creatures you will ever come across. Self-made men [i]build ruins for themselves you see, and within those ruins they inhabit a golden barred dungeon with a [ii]Rapunzel like minaret from which all their accomplishments can be regularly published abroad.
PERFORMANCE TIPS:If you adopt a Terry Thomas like tone and intonation for this one you want go too far wrong. Think greasy, speak greasy.OK Here we go then:
My Shining Towers
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Come gaze upon my city
Within the land of Shinar
Have you ever seen a wall so long
And gates that are cut finer?
Finer than priceless diamonds
Now come raise your wondrous eyes
And open them more fuller
To see a sight that would make
The glitter of gold duller
Come see my city of shining towers
Reaching to the stars
Come see my soul of self-made man
Locked in golden bars
The key is me, The word is I
The way is self, All pleasing
But clothed my friends, in deference cloth
To make the smell more pleasing
Come gaze upon my city
Within the land of Shinar
Have you ever seen a wall so long
And gates that are cut finer?
© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
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[i] Job 3:12-14 says : Why did the knees receive me? Or why the breasts, that I should nurse? For now I would have lain still and been quiet, I would have been asleep; Then I would have been at rest With kings and counselors of the earth, Who built ruins for themselves, NKJV
[ii] Rapunzel is a German fairy tale from the collection assembled by the Brothers Grimm, its best known line being "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair". You see, a witch had locked her in a high tower with no stairs or door, just one room and a window and the only way in was to climb up her locks of golden hair. It’s mostly men who are in these high towers nowadays!
Anyhoo - Do hope you enjoyed the poem!
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