The Miscreants
Adorned in their smoky veils
by ballot removed from power
they can no longer cast tall tales
on our Nation at every hour
The victors celebrate with ample thrill
as every soul that was smothered
now becomes hope filled
and rejoices in leadership deserved
Fervent hope that thrives in dreams
fueled by our Nations' means
is wrapped in a secured breeze
that flows over a resurging scene
Still, miscreants roam our land
they seek to darken the skies
with discord carefully planned
in dialogue full of lies
The sunshine of truth erases their falsehoods
while believers bathed in sparkling light
stand where shade formerly stood
blessed with warm winds and clear sight
