There's an author, living and loving,
sitting angrily down in front of his computer.
He argues daringly within the house.
I see that the crime injures the rulers.
A priest, loving and believing,
is looking with anguish in various directions.
Temple which is a source for the structures of peace.
Government which is afraid of being fooled.
There's a man, believing and talking,
widely, proudly saying big words.
He is the famous operator of the familiar radio.
I hear that the man is an enemy of the state.
Unfortunately, the defenders were not defended.
I see that it results in death by hanging.
At last, the rulers can gather and celebrate.
The human waste is no longer here.