Edged in stone were promises defiled by time

Laws of nature we left behind

 Claims of truth that rang through the dark

Arrows of justice that rarely hit their mark

As the waves crash on this shore

They break as sudden currents invade their core

Whispers of lies dance on the salty taste of reality

The azure blue devoid of a circle, its beauty empty

Carried on the hard shell of pain they hope for more

Yet life never promises either-or

The poor have their hands cut for reaching

The rich have their tongues gilded for better speaking

The tired have been dismissed to the sick

The house of freedom is being sold brick by brick

Justice now homelessly scavenges for scraps thrown by the meek

The flame that used to light his path has grown too weak

Yet stone stands strong to remind us of a golden past

As it stands on the corpses it has amassed

This is your rule

This is your peace

This is your lie