When at its best, your beauty’s so
That trees and eagles show respect
While mammals gape and gaze.
At morn to eve your spirals glow
And gothic structures well reflect
The glory of good days.

In other places, all you do
Is take up space with hate and spite
A blight upon the land.
Though tall, you offer awful view
You’re low despite impressive height
You’re hideous yet bland.

Ah, what to make of these extremes?
It seems on balance, you are both
A burden and a grace.
We analyze your bricks and beams
As proof of arrogance and growth
You’re human at your base.