Dark and deadened leaves fall far from the tree,
Democracy dies with the fading sun,
Disenfranchised masses forget their plea.
The roots of our being rot to debris,
And the new spring had but scarcely begun,
Dark and deadened leaves fall far from the tree.
Bunches of leaves so light and feathery,
Fickle, yet unable to be so won,
Disenfranchised masses forget their plea.
Falling into the old abandoned quay,
And the waters wait for no one,
Dark and deadened leaves fall far from the tree.
With such waters to fertilise the free,
And for all others, not a drop, none,
Disenfranchised masses forget their plea.
And with them no seeds, new life absentee,
As shredded paper does so overrun,
Dark and deadened leaves fall far from the tree,
Disenfranchised masses forget their plea.
