Those Folk in their High Towers
They look down on those below:
Who look up at them
Who live in their high towers…
Blight to the eye
Seen too well
From near and far.
But then the flames came
Licked and wrapped themselves
Feeding on the pretty cladding
That made less ugly
The poor that lived
In this far from ivory tower
Looking down on them
Who looked up to them
As they jumped to their deaths to save their lives.