This Savage World of Politics

With cold and calculated heart and mind;

A man who lacked remorse for other men,

Twisted the sights of those walking behind,

To turn them to a life of sheep and hens.

With lies, deceit, he grew a yield of hate,

Which sprouted up to bring persecution,

Upon the souls who hold a colored trait,

And to treat their beliefs like ablution.

Whilst in their midst the ground did start to die,

And hope withdrew from those who knew a god;

As soil broke, the sun mistook our cry

As though we plead to make us die abroad.

With humble hearts we search for hope elsewhere

Within this savage world of politics.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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