I once lived in a country of beautiful people
I was very happy there for many years
But I had to leave this peaceful country
And whilst I was away it was attacked
By a country of ugly people and many died
The country of the beautiful people soon declared war
And were condemned by the countries of stupid people
Traitors floated to the surface in the fetid sewers
And were soon washed out and polluted the sea
Nothing appears to be the same
In this the country of my birth
My horizons have now changed
Or have I just changed my position
Whilst standing totally still