Land of brave freedom’s heart doth weep and wail,
As ill will looms and hath slain our brother
Tis shame this wealth so stricken with betrayal,
Where a slave knows not slave from another.
This shamefully misplaced hate hath grown legs,
And the noose once tied to death tis tongue-tied;
So breath cannot enter where sorrow plagues,
For curse clasps tongues that trees of ire hath lied.
In this folly of cavalier agents
Where the brute strength of some befalls many;
A nation pays the price for negligence,
And insult’s hands ne’er disburse a penny
For the way tis rife with tyranny
So, land cries “Help!”; yet there’s isn’t any.