“The labors of our heroes past
Shall never be in vain”
You echoed this aloud
When we gave you the mandate?
A better society, your quota you’d give
To push us forward, a giant to grow
“to uphold “her” honor and glory” you pledged
If only we knew you meant “my”
With abundance of greed your viciousness displayed
Sanity totally insane you dragged us backward
Rejoicing yonder for the wealth you have gained
Brother against brother, the devil you played
Our family emptied, your pocket was fat
The civilization promised was merely a scheme
Our votes you gained, with sanity waning
The visions of our fathers fading in the wind
And so we’re gathered, our ballots to count
The time has come, power to us
Our mandate to give, one who is deserving
“her honor to keep” the labor not lost
One who is deserving, his quota truly give
Not words and promises that pass with the wind
DHESERT CHEQUER
