A country with three tribes.

A response to a blind accuser.

Stay three men flat.
All smeared black and fiat,
Each a tribe astride others.

In blacks colony,
Marginalize the weak acrimony
And wing the three holders.

Malice and brutal denouement,
Sad hiccups, bitterness and wonderment
Shall betide the little bestranged.

Escalating hatred in eerie slavery,
Gulling the major to dear bravery.
All night praying for the plunders.

Stay three men flat,
Aloof other men who sat,
Who slabber hatred and wear betrayed.

The minor are angry unhappy,
The major confused by the minor,
Why the cry when you mirror.