Democracy Override

Beneath thy hills the statutes arose Leaning slowly as the wind does blow Topiaries swaying toward thy regime Cutting down thy swaying trees They aboard thy land as if a ship sailed Thy indigent souls cried for help Sounding of screams and wails Thy union set out to override the base Children and parents holding thy face Thy face of God thy children held Hoping for freedom to be weld Suffrage became thy new born trees On the land of control, for it was a disease