Dead Men’s Bones

You’re asking for trouble

When you’re building your thrones

If you build on the rubble

Of dead men’s bones

For one day they’ll arise

To cast off what you’ve built

Then you’ll realize

The depths of your guilt

You murmur and mock

And seek to remove

The righteous rock

And try to disprove

The truth of the good news

The strength of the weak

But we cannot lose

For we are the meek

I know you can’t bear it

You can’t help yourself 

That we should inherit

The earth and its wealth

For dead bones will arise

And shake off the dust

When the weak become wise

Learn to obey and trust.

September 15, 2025

Anthony Foster