We have forgotten about germ warfare
Which was outlawed in World War One or Two
A type of combat insipid and cruel
However that is neither here nor there
What better way to bring Capitalists down
Given world leaders are spinelessly mute
Following a pied piper with a flute
Helplessly mocked by the left marxist clowns
Hesitant to accuse of matters rash
The puppet masters must maintain control
Poison them with sex, dope and rocknroll
In bed with reds wallowing through the cash
A glorious world of docile sheep
So all pink kings can birth their Fuerdai
Coming soon to your nation one day
You go to hell with truth and go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great rhyming. Meaning clear. Nice flow