They’ve locked the open door
With haste – just as before;
We’ve knocked for them, therefore,
They waste their time much more.

Their core is what we’ve shocked;
Right there they’ve laughed and balked
At lore of which we’ve talked
And where we’ve freely walked.

They’ve blocked the ways to scare,
Erased the thoughts we dare,
And mocked what we ensnare –
Encased in lies they bear.

Their war on hate is based;
A glare that is misplaced
While sore and much disgraced –
Aware our hearts they’ve chased.