The Defiling of the Garden

how could they defile the place where saints and sinners lay sleeping

how could they egg the man that died and left the whole world weeping

how can we fix the broken statuettes and cobblestones stacked heaping  

of the hundreds of witnesses not a soul stired

witnesses counted none said a word

people play pranks and destroy the state

of gardens where lay the deceased from hate

they have all paid the prices of this troubled world

others stir destruction from what they have hurled

someone will clean

taxpayers pay

this troubled teen

will be here someday

Author's Notes/Comments: 

why do they do what makes no sence at all

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