Oh, chiseled marble, pure and white! Oh, new and stately tombs!
Within you, piles of rotting flesh, the rat and fly consume.
And writ upon the wall the words, a pledge forever ‘true’,
‘In God We Trust,’ collecting dust, new avenues pursued.
‘Of course we love our fellow man, as long as they can pay,
the widows and the orphans are just getting in the way.
The progression of this nation great, a dream for everyone.
There’s automatic membership for every highborn son.’
A monumental outcry rings of languages confused,
Resounding in conflicted din, their unity removed.
For chaos now has overcome those men that would be God,
the rug pulled out, the floorboards rot, a crumbling facade.
The Parthenon is waterlogged, the Sphinx sinks in the sand,
The Hanging Gardens, Babylon, a blighted withered land.
Still they offer up their tithes and gold, their bodies and their minds,
And in the idols’ molten hands, their burning children lie.
A sundering is coming soon, injustice can’t prevail,
the Year of Jubilee is due, a tearing of the veil.
The family will be whole again, the ledger set aside,
This wall you’re building cannot stand, the trampled hearts will rise.