April 18, Spring Festivals

 

It’s Passover, Easter, and Ramadan;

The Covid pandemic still smolders on,

And Russian missiles rain down on Ukraine,

While in Mar a Lago, Trump runs his con.

 

Now Russian missiles rain down on Ukraine,

If Vladimir wins, just what does he gain?

Fire, rubble, dead bodies, all cooked well-done,

On his new empire, a massive blood stain.

 

Fire, rubble, dead bodies, each cooked well-done,

It almost seems like Vlad murders for fun

And drains blood from bodies and drinks it straight:

Vladimir’s empire, all under the gun.

 

Blood of his enemies, Vlad drinks it straight,

New Vlad the Impaler but same old fate.

For Passover, Easter, and Ramadan,

Vlad’s Russian state shows its ugliest trait.

 

It’s Passover, Easter, and Ramadan.

A time for rebirth, for a new dawn.

Church services, seders, or daily fasts,

Where is the God that we all call upon?

 

Church services, seders, or daily fasts,

Then turn on the news and see the bomb blasts.

Fire, rubble, dead bodies: we’ve work to do,

So mankind can earn redemption that lasts.