Their Sacred Songs Once Sung

The builders brought the vision With a brilliance in design. Their courage of decision Crossed the angry blow of brine. In search of new salvation Filled with passion for thou Art, They captured sweet elation When restraints were torn apart. As engineer's electrified Thin etchings drawn in ink - The architects conceptualized Artistic minds to think. Their ancient skills of vision. Were a call to sanctify The soul without derision And without an alibi. Belief in dreams alone Defeat the threat of death, And this they've always known With each and every breath. Their souls are seared inside blue steel Now bridged as mortar to the stones. These ragged rogues did bleed for real With honor drilled inside their bones. Their monuments now battered Into shards of shattered glass That lie as fragments scattered In a steel and glass morass. The plastic people pouring out Wear right-wing Rockwell faces; Crazy words they always shout While leaving putrid traces. These are the ones who falsified The facts as they have lied. Those liars will be mortified, Their children crucified. The mighty do meander, As they mark their morbid way And fill the fetid spaces With the stink of their decay. But I can find the teller Of the tall and awkward tale, They tend to be transparent to We men who ride the rail. It is this degradation And the darkness of deceit That's seen in every ghetto As no secret on the street;