Dear Sir,
From where you are;
How much did we do for thy name?

Do not trust the liberals
Do not love the allies
Nor hate the oppositions;
'Twas not justice they make—
But abominations!

****** of words
Ballad of swords;
How're you still looking?
'Twas not justice they make—
Halt! And die

Sir, pardon the freedom
'Twas too much and too less
Chaste and filthy;
'Twas not justice they make—
Violent *******!

Hands are no longer useful
Looks like we have to stay at home today
And tonight, tomorrow, the nth age;
'Twas not ease they prosper—
Paranoid demotion!

Dear Sir,
From where you are;
Can you just forgive us?
'Twas not independence you gave—
But debasement!