There’s something rotten in Sweden
They’ve threatened to play for Nato.
The ruling pigs now forgetting
the treaty that made a world show

There’s madness dancing with axes,
with nukes, you will surely hit bottom.
The ruling pigs morph to puppets.
This lady of war WILL blossom

The radio gives you your thinking.
Your mind runs fast inside sleep.
Their pigs blood is made for your drinking,
“Do it lemmings, now! Just leap!”

He came back after his deep fast.
The world now known, revealed,
The ruling pigs blood is corrupted
“You will leave right now,” she squealed

Michael Skywood Clifford 09/22