Innocents lost to the battle of the Hat and the turbans
Where is the outrage?
Silence their store until own is lost
Morning’s hope extinguished on the altar of power
The turbans turn a blind eye
Where is the Hat’s agitation?
Rock’s comfort fears return to the Creek
Were they ghosts?
Did they travel the land unnoticed?
The two ears silent to the terror of their feet
Heartless, ruthless, and shameless!
Await the day your old walls fall on the anger of your subjects
Fearing turban’s wrath, the Hat wields not his sword
Dear Innocents, please haunt the souls of the silent
Plague their dreams with horrors coming
Until they fulfill oaths sworn