The plates are spinning and the bets are off
The words too strong, the bitter draught
Death throes rampant and idealogical prose
The burning of a culture, the line that was toed
One step over, the oppressive have taken
Crying out with lies of an identity forsaken
Entranched in field without any no man's land
Letting nothing slip, liars spoke but tipped their hand
Collusion without condolence and a plot unveiled
Out in the open the change will come; but is truth entailed?