Briefly, several suns light up the horizon

and burn the world, this fragile land

torn by hands, ripped apart

on the consensus of one

behind the black door, no prize,

and as enough money is spent destroying

our souls that would feed

and give shelter to the homeless,

to the child in our schools, food to eat,

nurses the reason to feel valued,

but oh no, not now, not in our name,

we want you to hate today, this phantom trick,

to make you scared, and then the accusations