Snare

Leaders of the world, beware
Your people look back at you, with a snare
Anger fills them instead of joy
Figure of amendment, in their hands, do they toy

For far off a leaf
Justice is being breached
The principle, mistrust
Like Heaven, to animals, is lust

Of power in the hand
Of mind over might
Perish the lords
Who sing songs of ill-truths in the long nights

Leaders of the world, beware
Your people look back at you, with a snare
Follow the path to which should lead
The happiness of the folk, of which, whom, you lead