The depths themselves can’t fathom famine
Blood and iron winter storms
The screaming babies feeding flames
Of war and peace in all its forms
Where each exists the other lives
Combined they are the revolution’s
Radical Islamic bombs
And multi-state solutions
From imperial republics
Of democracy disguises
If the unelected leader
Is the one who compromises
The ambition and the vision
Of the world he still believes
With all the violence and the anger
From injustice he perceives
As inequality of faith
At the expense of every choice
And so instead he learns to speak in
Every people-powered voice