Promises Of Old

They have taken down the memory stones
The ones that were put up long ago
They tore them up and knocked them down
They desecrated holy ground.
And some where in the earth deep below
The dead, our elders, they all moan
And cause a ruckus underneath
were darkness live and shadows join
to keep the light above the ground.

These memory stones, which once stood high
have been dragged away, you can see the marks
and tossed unceremoniously into the sea
where the things of the deep will in tumult be
for out of the sea these stones long ago came
and where placed for the remembrance of man
Returned they lay powerless, soon forgotten.
For they have taken down the memory stones

And now what should we remember?
And now what should our story be?
How will will we teach our children the story?
When nothing can they see, touch, and read?
How long will it take us to forget?

They have torn down all the memory stones
the ones that remind us of the past
They have desecrated our memories
destroyed our connection to the past
ripped, torn, dragged, broken, fallen
How long will it take us to forget?