Has man learned to bow his head?
Ha! Behold this beloved land,
Year by year, more rights descend,
A nation's fate held in an ungentle hand.

See it dance; the world whirls and splits,
Excusing the flower's dying throes,
Deaf to lies a blind prophet emits,
In greed, he revels, in laughter he throws.

Our hearts desiccate, brothers we harm,
While...