Pillars of Petra

Where are the philosophers

The star-charting wise men

All the poets and mathematicians

Who proved the World was round

Whilst in the west

Heresy was the cry

The dark age of burn and destroy

Glorious ignorance

Without your knowledge

Your love, your poetry

Where would we be

An inconvenient truth to swallow

So there you lie abused

Stripped of your glorious past

Abandoned and unrecognised by most

For what you really are

Plastic saviours on all sides

A century or more of lies

Winnie, Frank & Jo

Floated you down the Dneiper

Whilst discussing the prize

Freedom never crossing their minds

Their aim was less than pure

In search of the perfect bottom line

There's a perfect olive grove

The fruits of many years toil

You don't need to worry

Now it's my and mine's own soil

We'll keep it safe for you

In perpetuity

The care you've taken

Brings great pleasure to me

So you're looking for a better world

A society fair and true

We've got exactly what you need

Come and join the queue

For perfection tomorrow

Strife and yet more pain today

The promises are worthless

Best find your own way