Do Obelisks with inerrant accuracy

point our path to heaven?

What of graven liberty?

Do somber faces in frozen granite hold a key?

What of ancient words and signatories?

What solace can we find in these?

Are these the idols of our time?

Does Honor have a price

Is not law as strong or weak as its keepers

And

Can we cheat on our humanity,

Can we

Hold a baby’s breath in ransom?

How can we ascend to challenge

The true and only ONE

who is our judge and loving Father.

What fools we are

when we think wisdom a painted slut

And

honor a bright bejeweled ribbon.