There are some who give off an evil glow,
no matter what colour clothes they wear.
In a state just a bus ride from here,
a leader shouts promises of revenge;
what he says quietly, we can only guess.
I have not been home to see my children
in two weeks, says the man selling peanuts
on the dusty road that runs along the drain,
but I hear things are bad—
they come in the night and take away
our young men, and they gun
us down in the streets.