AT THE TOMB OF THE UNKNOWNS
By Mary Pitt
Rise up! Ye heroes of the past,
Tear down these whited walls
Where once great leaders, brave and true,
Trod the marbled halls!
Purge out the pompous peacocks
Who pollute the public scene,
Parade in your golden mantles
For purpose far from clean,
Who take your honors as their own,
Bask in your reflected rays,
And try to use the glow to hide
Their cruel, mendacious ways!
They corrupt your sacred sacrifice
To exploit it and then
They pad their purses with putrid pelf
And take power over other men.
Rise up! Restore this benighted land
To the home of the free and the brave
So that you can rest, once more at peace
Within that hallowed grave.
Mary Pitt is a very "with-it" ol' lady who aspires to bring a bit of truth, justice, and commom sense to a nation that has lost touch with its humanity in the search for societal "perfection."