Cruise missiles fuelled by your power lust?
How can our children learn what’s wrong and right
When their dreams and future lie crumbled in the dust?
Your propaganda calls us “puppets of the West”,
“Fascists”, while scores of towns and cities burn
To keep your acolytes impressed
Your jack-boots gain you lebensraum.
I see the glacial eyes and the dirty hand
Of a playground thug, an untrained dog
Pissing on the pavement to claim some land
Yet masquerading as a demagogue.
Beyond redemption for your evil done
I’d pray for your soul – if you had one.