Victims of communism
Shame, shame, shame
That is all one can say
To the ism, and ism, ism
Regardless of the words
Commune, capital to the left
I wish I could have talk
With Gorby
The head man, perestroika's
"How you feel? " I would ask
Though I know the reply:
"I'm ashamed."
Withdrew the troops
Shook the hands of Reagan
Left the doors wide open
"Critics come forward."
Since then roads and rivers
Are all filled with blood.
And now in Ottawa
Some chiefs take the money
They do so shamelessly
Raise buildings for victims
Of one ism
Let's comment:
"Your ism is a firm noose."
For victims hung from trees
One percent takes slaves
"Men like me, most people."
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