A land I know where one can’t speak
Except for the councilmen’s bias filled speech.
Persecutions flow through this once great land
Like an ax in battle as it slaughters the next man.
Unjust and fowl as these leaders may be
Does not matter to the master of these so-called elites.
Go now and seek a new place to dwell
And never return to this place called hell.
They cannot escape the past, Their social charm foundering: Terrified of disunity, Assailed by friendly fire, They break cover. Cowards,