HOW ART THE MIGHTY FALLEN! II

A worthy cause they led,
A laudable purpose lived for,
A praise-worthy crusade spearheaded,
And a historical assignment, they with mastery and perfection executed,
But How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And the lead taken from the leaders!

They were the source of our pride;
The reason we boasted before our enemies,
The strength behind our fortress,
And the pillars of our safety and defense,
But How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And our glory be turned to groaning!

But filled with pride they forgot their purpose,
Being puffed up in arrogance, their diligence and alertness waned,
And their manhood dwindled,
With detractors they began feasting and their dignity to the dogs were cast,
From the cisterns of strange women they began drinking,
The treasures of bunches of promiscuity, they explored,
And their own wives despised,
Like a termite-infested tree they stood,
With their internal structure grossly ruptured and disfigured,
Oh How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And great men reduced to the floor of mediocrity!

Then in a false sense of courage,
And a mirage of bravery,
They launched their worthless selves into battle again,
They set out for a deadly combat,
Then like a helpless chick in the claws of a kite,
They were seized and taken captive in the lands where they once ruled,
So conquered, they became,
Dejected they felt,
Depressed they turned out,
To be forever locked up in the dungeons of oblivion,
Oh How Art the Mighty Fallen!
And the captors turned captive!