A quarter century ago an angry Canadian bard sang about democracy and the future.
He asked us to repent.
The future may not have given us Stalin or Hiroshima,
But it brought Putin and Fukushima,
And today Donald Trump.
I don’t like your fashion business, mister
But I don’t like the political elites either.
The nation was divided between two evils,
A bit like the Brits in the spring.
You say, it’s time for America to bind the wounds of division,
This appeal applies to all nations around the world.
You spoke about walls and deportations,
I hope it was just campaign raving.
You claim it was no campaign, but a movement,
Analysts and elites certainly got it all wrong.
The support came from the brave, the bold, the battered,
Heart of Chevrolet.
Is there point feeling bitter?
Or give the tycoon a benefit of the doubt?
Maybe the people actually know it better,
Perhaps Democracy is coming to the USA?