Mother Russia - In Putin's Own Words

’m simply a bystander In this endless game of thrones, But what a joy it is to see Live flesh decay to bones. The USA imploding, Britain going mad, The French in revolution, Their politics quite sad. Where is all the promise, The banter and the laughs, The Western castle crumbling, Their rooms now full of drafts. So what of Mother Russia, A beacon shining bright, My door forever open, To lead all to the light. I wouldn’t say I told you, But I knew it all along, The inevitable conclusion That proves I’m right, they’re wrong!