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