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