You were meant to be a safe place,
Somewhere people would always feel welcome,
But that's so rare, so infrequent, so seldom.
Just stop, I no longer believe your case.

How low have you fallen. My, what a disgrace.
Are you happy with your constant debase?
What would your ancestors think if they saw?

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Miraman, in the year 954 AF.