A rolling trio of colors

A rolling trio of colors fade to be

The land of cold and enmity

Squaking vultures cry out in the night

For "justice" and for comrades to see the light.

We are one people, through death and doom,

And those above us want us not to see it through

To keep their torch and power at bay,

They love to laugh and kees up astray.

Don't be fooled; there are issues here,

But they don't warrant the violence that's appeared.

What better way to teach tolerance and love

Than to show them in gentle spirits like a dove.

So, comrade and friends, let's make a pact:

To look above us before we act

On the people designing our misguided attention

So that we can live with rightful intention.