Though truthfullness would be nice.
At first I thought I was writing about 9/11... but half way through I discovered it was archaeology. There you go I guess...
Suppose I’ll wait until the time comes, when the crumbling tower falls,
Down in the city
Each stone at last in its final resting place,
Until some years later the twisted masses come,
They dig down, deep through the ground until each worthless rock succumbs,
To the weary, constant gaze of curiosity.
Then humanity ships it away, over seas and through the days.
That tower that once stood tall,
That then did fall,
Is now parted forever, each piece of it dead,
Every city holds a shred.
The once gifted earth that held its place
now torn to pieces, by our over curious, human race.