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.