The tracks of tears on dusty cheeks that fell from the eyes that were dulled by a vision of tomorrow.
The head held high in defiance of a fate that could not be worse than what had gone before.
The blood soaked shirt that hung from the wire like a flag from a long forgotten cause. 
This is the price of your lie.

The distended belly the sunken eyes the silence in the midst of so much pain
The standing in line without expectation of ever tasting the prize
The unspoken sorrow of the dignified heart just waiting for the end
This is the price of your lie

And now the walls that once surrounded your deceit and held you safe are slowly crumbling
And the detachment of your soul from the actions of your hand, will crush your heart
And the values that you touted and never practised are now rampaging at your door
And still you cling to your lie