[Verse 1]

Meet in the middle with the brittle

Be stuck with half a genocide and no quibble

Police unions protesting for the right to rape

Justice isn't blind with light blue tape

Neither is it with a one party state

Hide the drawers to project a clean slate

Imagine staning the most damaging pedagogue

Ravaging sycophant cannibal demagog

Blasting the overtone window so far right

That compassion and empathy is fringe, despite

The fact it's in our own best interests

But some would rather return to minstrels

While others are more concerned with the image

Of their idol instead of the people of the village

That was slaughtered because of the rising rhetoric

That has and will keep breeding terrorists