1-2. Is this any way to run a country?Is there an honest politician in the house?Behind the scenes you brew cauldrons of evil,behind closed doors you make deals with demons.
3-5. The wicked crawl from the wrong side of the cradle;their first words out of the womb are lies.Poison, lethal rattlesnake poison,drips from their forked tongues—Deaf to threats, deaf to charm,decades of wax built up in their ears.
6-9. God, smash their teeth to bits,leave them toothless tigers.Let their lives be buckets of water spilled,all that’s left, a damp stain in the sand.Let them be trampled grassworn smooth by the traffic.Let them dissolve into snail slime,be a miscarried fetus that never sees sunlight.Before what they cook up is half-done, God,throw it out with the garbage!