Our elders shoved in homes to die forgotten and alone. When pestilence blew across from the east. Our elders' suffocate in isolation, an unwanted sacrifice. Ignorant youth danced, drank, and partied in the streets. Madmen preach the recovery of dollars for those who only gain from other's pain. A knee on our neck, a bullet in our back, burn like fires in the west, ravage like storms in the south. Hatred I have heard on high rewarding threats of violence. Making heroes of any that submit and follow blind. Carry out acts of death. Our elders wake beyond the grave. We let them die in vain, and certainly our judgment comes when they reign.