The drums are throbbing, hear the sound
There is no silence to be found
With victims sobbing loud and strong
How do agressors still prolong ?
There is great danger in the air
The wolves have left their secret lair
They lie in wait with coats now shorn
Disguised with sheeplike woolen worn.
Oh sad the lies that we all hear
With foment manufactured near,
Proponents of “egality”
What happened to equality ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 