Trump blues

Stop all the diplomats, cut off their phones
A tweet shall throw the dogs of a war a juicy bone
Silence all our reason and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffins, let the deviants come

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Let Su-24s scream overhead
And paint across the sky ‘All Hope Is Dead’
Squeeze gently now the necks of crying doves
Let blood wash off the latex gloves

There was a North, a South, an East, a West
Now compass needles spin without a rest
The noon has turned to midnight, and our song
I thought would last forever, but now its gone

What words could lead us now as heavens shun
The waning of our moon that shames the sun
The oceans’ waters pour out from our eyes
And drown away the world as music dies