Swept away.
His hateful words have crawled into the ears of those passing by
Reputation of the land of the free, now crushed to pieces
His shadow covers the country,
only letting those who he chooses, see the sun
Those who care to care, raise their fists
They shout into the streets
They sing into the wind,
hoping something high above will sweep him away
Although he made the innocent cower
The afraid, terrified
He propelled the strong to become stronger
In division, he united those against him
Now, the wind has taken him away
His voice still echoes in the mountains
They will never quite fade, his footprints in the grass
But the seeds planted by the new, will cover it with sunflowers.