The Devils Hue

I saw it longing for sovereignty and cynical toward chastity I heard it unleash a perpetual claim Let the swarthy be disdain Subtle while shape-shifting our Constitution toward heavy discontent I saw it force peasantry with disenfranchisement Those disparaging eyes holding contempt for our very soul I saw it most jovial when mayhem was in vogue A phenomenal being wishing to hew the innate from its bough I saw it reap and not sew Hands of talons, satiated in blood Dragging the wounded through mud Its power was a noose called capital Forever it will deride morality as if laughable Red in hate, misery blue had white become The Devils Hue