Our two border neighbors, we rile up.
With them, constant peace should reign.
‘Tis said, “Where we tend to drink or sup,
“We ought not with leavings stain.”
But, with leaders bloodstained, we’re cordial:
“To Mar-a-Lago, pray, come.
“Nice chocolate cake’s waiting there for y’all,
“No matter how y’all treat some.”
Our friends in the Outback, Downunder,
Must think that we’ve lost our mind.
How could we have made such a blunder?
How could we be so unkind?
The French are besieged from the right wing;
But, for which side do we crow?
“La Marsiellaise,” yes, do they all sing;
Which side do we better know?
Dictatorships form under NATO.
Where do our sentiments lie?
It seems they do so with our say-so;
Where did our good judgment die?
The Philippines long have been partners,
In good times and very bad.
But, when a once-good nation barters
Its safety sans law – it’s sad.
An unfinished war, we left dangling
Out there in Pacific climes.
Emergency warnings keep clanging,
No matter these modern times.
Another thing there remains constant,
And even seems to get worse:
Succeeding tyrants are no, “Ronstadt” –
No, “Songs from Father” in verse.
From bloody revolt, back to, “Russia.”
The, “Czar,” no less, doth return.
We, too, seem to have chosen, “Prussia.”
What of this did we not learn?
Immobile are we for the moment;
And thus must live in shame.
Resistance, meanwhile, we must foment
“Gainst this outrage in “our” name!