Tell me true, tell me why, was Jesus crucified?
Is it for this that we’ll all die?
Was it you? Was it me?
What did we fail to see?
Is that a hint of accusation in your Glued Shut Eyes?
If it wasn’t for The Rich
And their Chronic Avaricious Fits
The Grain would still grow golden in the Sun
And it can’t be much fun for them
Amidst the ruins & toxic scum
With their Golden Goose having committed suicide
What have you done Donald, what have you done?
What have you done — to The World?
Should we shout — should we scream
“What happened to the Post-Soviet Dream?
Oh Donald, Donald what have you done?”