LYRIC FOR SALE

By Richard M Moss MD

The temple walls now crumble,
Rulers cower and mumble.
Planets collide in the sky,
The laws no longer apply.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You laughed at our pain,
And said we were insane.
What once lived now dies,
The people weep and ask why?

The streets are unsafe,
Citizens have lost faith.
Our schools do not teach,
Rulers, we can’t reach.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You silence our tongues,
But truth finds the young.
Your broken theories are a burden,
Don’t insult us with your sermon.

Judgment will fall upon your backs,
Your trains have left the track.
There is anger in the street,
Abandon those who cheat.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
I reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.

You remove breath from the people,
Your methods are not legal.
Weep for your graven images,
And your stolen privileges.

Your destiny is set,
Even the blind know the threat.
Your dogma is a brute,
You have tasted the forbidden fruit.

You have laid waste our mountains,
And drank from our fountains.
You have killed our captain,
But your defeat is now certain.

Your cities are in ruin,
A tyrant’s grip does not loosen.
We reject your tired song,
Prove I am wrong.