Solid rock – Enduring many ages,
Suddenly ripped asunder, crumpled, gone,
No longer our nation’s sure foundation,
Discarded, wasted, deemed unenlightened.
Intelligentsia seem to agree,
Swamp man development is the true way,
Where power is greater than moral right,
Choice more important than nature’s order,
Sanctity, heavy metal’s ‘Road to bloodshed.’
Bloodshed and fear, knee capping for power,
Swamp brains driving an uncontrolled spiral,
Spinning, ever spinning, caring for naught,
Carnage, by product of unfettered power,
Success driven by greed, control, power,
Intimidation, a desired attribute,
Where the quill is ignored, irrelevant,
Consensual silence, code of protection.
Who will have the fortitude to speak up?
Who has the power to instigate change?
Is there one that can initiate change?
Can swamp kingdom be drained of evil’s power?
Is any brave enough to find that rock?
Read its pages with ears willing to learn?
Written wisdom from high above the swamp,
Speaking of final accounting to The King,
King of creation’s universe and swamp,
The King of creatures and mankind alike.
The King values life above ill-gained wealth,
Multiplies a lowly man’s humble service,
But assigns Swamp followers to failure,
A failure of eternal proportion,
Where truth and memory taunt day and night,
And a never ending, never easing
Judgment is their eternal but avoidable curse.
Oh Nation – Open your ears this very day,
Turn from neglecting the Rock of Truth.
Tis true that The Rock is backed by love,
But swamp man’s heart is hardened stone,
Compacted and made impervious to truth,
But dissolvable by only one lowly act;
Christ’s sacrificial death on hill top cross.
Oh Nation – Open your ears this very day.