Colourful tones ofemotions run across my mind

figuring out theirpurpose,

Wishful ideas ofmorality enter the unknown

spinning ideology,

Harrowing illusionsare whispering

controversial lines,

whilst ethics lay in layersof fantasy

rules which hidebehind.

The moat of evil liesthere bold,

to cross, is to sellyour soul.

Trapped inside theminds of evil,

corruption poisonedeven fate.

Remove their air,fuel and heat

their triangle ofhate.

The land once pure isburned with greed,

passion restrainedunder fear.

No longer are weproud and strong,

Another measly raceforgotten.