Too long this rot has run its course, too much the damage done When men deflect acknowledged glance, they know that wrong has won. Across this land and far afield the wrongness seeps within And pride becomes a memory through distant halls of spin. How can we bow to tyranny, how can we shy away From that which causes eyes to slide.... and coaxes will to sway? To tolerate the bombast, the bullying, the lies Succumbing to a hopelessness, which, both we despise. Division in the nation, uproar in between A man and wife’s contention-ness beyond what should be seen Brothers loathing brothers, silence in the room Where a word uttered wrongly can erupt to screaming soon. Allies left in tatters, trust is cut to shards Tariffs injudiciously, imposed to **** the cards. International uproar, industry in strife Teetering disastrously when NATO flees the knife.
Putin sits and rubs his hands, hilarious the show Disorder and disharmony to lubricate his glow. Beijing sits inscrutably, always opportune Manoeuvring judiciously, in place, to call the tune.
America, the isolate, sails away to sea Blondini, at the helm, wears smirk indulgently.