A bullet for Lenin, a bullet for Trotsky,
With love from the West;
Go back in the time machine,
Go back to the guillotine-
And garrote all the rest
A tear for a dictator,
A tear for an autocrat;
The world's tears just flow too slow,
So let the Kings still rule-
Pretend everyone's a fool,
Forget Presidents really blow.
Terry Pratchett had the right idea in one of his books - I forget which one - a newly elected mayor was being put in irons and taken to the jail. When asked why this was happening the answer was We always throw them in jail as soon as they are elected, it saves time later.
Only the good die young. Too many are gone before their time. Lovely poetry.
amen, sister! often the greatest evil is the one on a righteous mission!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kings Are Kings Still they have blue blood... What ever they do They can't be as new civilized tyrants...! Patti you are Right...! Stay at right and write more... From your Burning Heart...!