Trumpence

Lying beauty over sunny Vienna/
Crooked hope around the world/
Golden signs of an epidemia/
The sickness of poop that is hurled/
Into the atmosphere.

And everywhere democracy crumbles/
And the media mumbles/
Only lost souls to be heared/
Bawling to the spokesman of insanity/
Who wants to pulp them into unity/

Make the people poor/
To make someone rich/
And tyrants - they are now on a tour/
To give society a stitch/
Using a wrecking ball/

Using grabbing hands/
To carve a smile into this lands/
What a Trumpence/
Hark! The trumpettes scream/
Bout that dead american dream/

You woke up sooner/
But to late to meet reality/
Though we will see/
If that joker fooles the fools/
Who're just waiting for their stools.