For thou hast been a strength to the poor,
A strength to the needy in his distress,
A refuge from the storm,
A shadow from the heat,
No more. 


A barren plain of grass,
Strewn with the waste of the wealthy,
A place now darker in the night
Empty, abandoned, desolate
It’s history stripped away
It’s lively banter destroyed
Somewhere no one will bring their children
A gaudy nightmare
A harlot of brass,

Weep, Richmond, weep