I heard a siren
I was filled
With fear
Fire
,hell and brimstone
Followed quite near
Many fools pointed
Which way to go
I asked
where did this come from?
No one seemed to know
Higher we ascended
Moving on a path
But there's no room up at front
So the masses cannot pass
Camping on the road side
The pasture holds our trash
Mind the filth and needles if you
Go traveling past
Will no one protect us
Where are the brave and strong
They sold out to anyone with a buck
The righteous are long gone
I oft wonder and with wonderment I stare..how did we rise so high
To only end up here.