Is Hell Out of Room?

Is Hell Out of Room?

by Will Martin

When we lose a leader, the flags go half-mast

We reflect on their words, leave their flaws in the past

The casket is lowered, in stone they’re entombed

Why do the same for those who brought doom?

In school, we learn about the golden rules

Listen to our teachers, don’t treat another cruel

Trust in our mothers, our fathers know the way

Is it the same when their promise is betrayed?

In Arlington lies the best and the brave

We prosper in freedom from the life they gave

But when the coffin is buried and we learn who’s inside

Will they be a leader or will we have to ask why?

A leader’s death brings the tolling of the bell

A eulogy of champions and stories to tell

But should the wicked reside next a hero’s tomb,

Then I must ask, is hell out of room?