Their Sacred Songs Once Sung (Continued)

Symbolic of the hypocrites custodial conceit. All pretense of perfection Can provide but brief protection From the madness at the margins of the mind. And to the soldier's on the field The liars soon will be revealed As weapons turn to lock and load in kind. The promise was perverted By the pompous and the proud. While men of honored greatness With their genius speaking loud, Are pushed aside by brokers Who collect the lesser crowd. They break and batter dreams And turn the hopes of men to dust. With all the wrecking balls beleaguered They have raped the promised trust And torn our sacred temples down For minor profits in the ground. The genius of these immigrants In death how proud they stand, Their contributions prominent On this, their chosen land. The people once paraded with a passion and a pride, To serenade with songs they love the sacredness of soul; The past should be protected by the present to provide A living link to history that unifies the whole. I hear their vital voices still Reverberate as one As out of sacred shelters spill Their sacred songs once sung.