Lost Relics

A day of reckoning will come when the false men who cowered will be left abandoned.
 Pleading for an end

 Warming themselves by the ashes and the embers of martyrs
 Martyrs that they never understood

 They will be lost. Buried in the sands of time
 Relics disgraced from an era forgotten
 Far too consumed by the allure of wealth
 to be concerned for the backs on which they stood

 The weak and broken, the castaways out in the cold
 they will be left abandoned by those who claim to care

 Those who stand proudly on the wrong side of history, mark my words-
 Your time will come

 The heartless will be the sick and the dying left with nowhere to turn
 I hope I have the
 strength to help them in their time of need,
 To forgive them, though I know they never would have done the same