Feet are firm aground
Hands, gesturing around
Eyes fixed upon a multitude
Order, harmony, and justice
Were subjects of the promise

Alas, the crowds were in elation
Sounds of fervid reverberation
A lasting thunderous applause
Healthy intentions were projected
And earnest hopes were erected

The days pass over the land
All seemed to flow as planned
Then the winds blew differently
And belief churned into dread
As the blood of a nation is shed

As the crimson sunset is nigh
Mothers and fathers let out a sigh
Before the casket is closed shut
Pleading for fairness that was sworn
Fiercely met with mockery and scorn

When the evening bell tolls
We ask clemency from these souls
For we have failed to recognize
That underneath this righteous display
Was nothing but insufferable decay