CARVED IN STONE

I spoke, they spake

I tried to make sense

(They seemed quite dense)

the situation was tense

I deplored them, take heed

Of the nations in need

The futures seed is strewn

Far and away

The road became harder then

The pathway more barren

Where was my Jenny,

Making monkey with me?

Long, long I traveled

Far, far, I roamed

Yet found I no fountain

I wished for my own

I came to the crossroads

Didn't like what I see

So I wiped out the high-street

Destroyed the low road

Now it's just a tight bend

To a cul-de-sac

I would guess they're onto me

With retribution swift

But my greatest fear was

That my words would be gone

And no-one would know

That they were spoken.