Twenty years of despoilment, corruption and graft
Formed in Russia the theft as the sole needful craft
And the scum never halted to plunder and kill
Till they snitched the whole country and left none to steal
Now we're locked in the cavern, the black fetid cave
Everyone here is dehumanised, made a slave
From the vaults hang the giant detestable bats
Trickling blood on the soil where infest the foul rats
These descriptions are no more the mad metaphors
'Tis what's done by the ghoulish political whores
Not a wee hope's remained for the downtrodden herd
But the pointless putrescence – inane and absurd
I see my land is slain and consumed by decay –
What commences in fear, ends in lunacy aye
All around is accursed and amuck inhumane
But I am neither doctor nor priest. I'm the pain.
There's a void of today and the graveyard of yore
It's too late to uprise for the soul's become hoar
My dark poetry won't e'er be famed or renowned
'Cause the stranger I am. Even on my own ground
And this ground has the nauseous smell, heinous taste
It's o'erfilled with the trash and the nuclear waste
Those who try to protect their last un-poisoned well,
Meet the Gestapo prison and its torture cell
I sense my inanition and weakness thereby
I would pour on the butchers the wrath from the sky
But my only perspectives bestowed by the Lord
Are the armchair, the flask and the due coffin board
...The lugubrious lantern of loneliness swings
Sprinkling with the pale light my funereal scenes
Where 'twill happen? At home or within the murk den?
Anyhow death's the regular ail of a man.