Trials, trivializations, tribulations -
Apocalypse of political morals,
Morons and thieves rule the roost,
While the righteous squabble.
The landscape in sight dominated by mediocrity,
Reeds that sway in the still.
Reeds that sway in the still,
While sturdy oaks are consumed by fire,
The carpets of filth spread their tentacles,
Enveloping the once green meadow.
But how long can the meadow be denied,
Hands of scythe that cut through the morass,
Of fear, ineptitude, greed.
Oh! for tomorrow to be mine.
