Country Not Disarrayed

My country not in disarrayed my brother
We have only rulers who are not in line with leadership, not even worthy of fortunates heroes,
No head only a bench-warming staple's,
 imagine how coarse would arrangement effect on landline table's be
If leopards skin not be changed, and Eve be saved from her apples

We're not in disarrayed but our ruling ones are, and the way we are rules in an awkward realm
stronger hand we need are not this so called corrupting heroes,
Hear, I would turn the volume of the diffuser voices of the  negroes!

Just of recent, one said and another calls in, we are as unproductive as I blunted disbelieve
through such-like diseases have we all decieve
tongues in the roof we both a cleaves
with pains outdid homebound bereaves