TO A GREAT LEADER

He is a great leader, his soul is black
He grew up red, but freedom is what he whacks
He loves to drink, but the fluid must be red
A master scholar, the champion of bloodshed
He rides naked, his belt is black

He is a strong, virile chap
He speaks nothing else than crap
He is never cold, doesn’t need gas
He cuts the pipelines, leaves the world in a mess
Nobel Prize for the Environment surely he’ll get

He loves cereals, but not for bread
Just to fill us all with dread
To starve the poor of the world
To enrich his pals in the underworld
Got a problem? You’ll be dead

Worth 200 billion, not exactly a Karl Marx
Mega yachts, a “modest” dacha palace to relax
Poor Bill Gates is just a tramp
Of all evils he is the champ
Lovely chap, for oligarchs the crumbs to snack

Cannons, bombs, planes and tanks
To buy with plenty of money in the banks
Great display at the military parades
All saluting him in orderly brigades
West, for all your weapons many thanks

Holy Motherland, you are divine
East to West, North to South, in gold you shine
What gives me joy is persecution
Ukraine, be told, your fate is dissolution
Granary of the world, you are all mine!

© Paolo Bolzoni, 7 September 2022

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