Words in stone, set a tone,
That gives a sense of permanence.
Rules of men, wise of pen,
Giving them some mystic eminence.
To control the mind, leave behind,
The animal instincts within.
No good can come, at least for some,
Who cannot toe their fine moral line.
And so with time, like the rhyme,
These words began to ring true.
These words in stone, god alone,
Could only have carved so new.
A graven image of the word,
Placed in government rotunda pew.
To guide us in the way of the lord.
We fought to cast from view.
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Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull
8/24/03