Deep.
In the valleys of Wales
Lies a secret, hidden.
This mystery entails
An order, bug ridden.
Down.
In the hillside
There's no welcome.
When I confide
They feign wisdom.
In.
My dreams they corrupt
Poking, laughing, scheming.
I will never disrupt
While they are all teeming.
Wales.
Few know this land
This land is violent.
I am scared, take my hand
For the racism is silent.