Pretend to us  false prophets don’t degrade

The dead brown leaves crunch, dry beneath  the trees
Blackbirds dance and doves coo far away
There’s strong clear sun but watery pools still freeze

Nature is unchanged by  our unease
As leaders’ words lead voters minds astray
The dead brown leaves crunch, dry beneath  the trees

A few bulbs flower, as if to tease;
Pretend to us  false prophets don’t degrade
There’s strong clear sun but shadows dark  make frieze

Who has got the power to make believe?
Do the Veterans want a new Parade?
The dead brown  coffins burn beneath  the trees

What is wrong, why do I feel unease
Fearful how our leaders power degrade?
There’s strong clear sun but darkness my heart feels

When evil is admired and lies are paid
Then Satan rules .as from our hearts he’s made
The dead brown leaves   have come to their demise
There’s strong clear sunshine,  ice and fire bite  trees.