History’s scribes can record no era more painful than this;
A tragedy deeply embedded within the ‘sands of time’
Where every grain can tell an orphan’s story or has shared a widow’s grief
And can bare witness to a monstrous tale or a hideous crime
Oh how far we’ve dropped from a ‘State of Grace’ like the dried out leaves
For the Shield that guards has been reduced to a paper file
Where once the Mighty Vessel ruled the Seven Seas
The Pirates with their Stars and Stripes now ride the Tide