(This poem can be sung to the melody of Meredith Willson's "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.")
It's beginning to look a lot like Russia
All across this land.
There's a president who's uncouth,
Who cannot tell the truth.
And everywhere more books are being banned.
It's beginning to look a lot like Russia.
One thing's very clear:
If the people would rather snooze,
They will find that they will lose
Freedoms once held dear.
You've seen thugs on the streets
And the fear that repeats.
If you haven't, where have you been?
ICE agents swarm
And will break every norm.
It occurs again and again.
You never know where they'll show up
And, no, not even when.
It's beginning to look a lot like Russia.
Murder on the seas.
Trump's opponents are made to sweat;
He will not let them forget
That he would love to shoot them in the knees.
It's beginning to look a lot like Russia.
Trump demands control.
And he will not let you alone
Till he knows that he can own
Both your heart and soul.
It's beginning to look a lot like Russia.
One thing's very clear:
If the people would rather snooze,
They will find that they will lose
Freedoms once held dear.
-by Bob B (12-2-25)
(Thanks to Nadya Tolokonnikova for the idea.)
