In the temple of our democracy
The tome of our founding law
Has been torn asunder
And the desecraters
Elevated to demi-gods
For whom, upon corrupted altars,
Our children’s futures are surrendered.
But would we see our nation rise?
It is for us to become a sacrifice.
Who would lead us Péngé?
Would it be you my friend?
Go then to the temple
And hurl yourself upon the altar
A sacrifice for an unrepentant lot.
You who would lead us
What right is yours?
A privilege indeed
A blessed burden.