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;
Copyright © Tom Mcmurray | Year Posted 2010
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