For glittering trash
They swapped their treasure
gave up trying and called it leisure
Couldn't measure
The loss
The profit
Been stolen
The real
The vision
Of visionary prophets lost
For glittering trash
They swapped their treasure
gave up trying and called it leisure
Couldn't measure
The gloss
Called it glow
Till the varnish
Had to go
The real gold
couldn't be sold
Old as souls
Had to be won
By different means
And that means that
For glittering trash
They swapped their treasure
gave up trying and called it leisure
maggie oke
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prophets-are-lost/
