Staring down at the black, gritted tar road,
Souls darken, Satan sets them up to erode.
There is always hope, head held and kept high,
Watch out when they coyly cover just one eye.
Rules and laws broken by puppet politicians,
But they want us to obey, shut up and listen?
Legitimacy lost amongst a dirty sea of misery,
Overly excited to watch programming on TV?
Righteousness does not wear an expensive suit,
None of these headlines ever seem to compute.