In contrast to A Curse to Trump Them All, which was an accidental prophecy, I wrote this song during Trump 1.0 as a direct response to Trump, and to a broader dearth of quality leadership throughout the world, both incumbent and emerging.
Fast forward to 2025 and heroic leaders are even more conspicuous by their absence. Hence I think the words of the song still resonate. The only difference is that this time around we were on full notice of what might be coming, but seemingly powerless to do anything about it. The words etched on the box were clear for all to read if they just opened their eyes.
GOOD GUYS
Where did all the good guys go?
Who shipped in these fools?
Was it stated on the box:
beware of toxic fumes?
And when did truth become so optional?
Who stripped us of our rules?
For the words etched on the box
Turned into fake news
How did it all come to this?
Who stitched us up as fools?
We didn’t reckon on the Fox,
that he could turn us into mules
Democracy is on extended sick leave
Common sense has gone to Hell
And reason’s locked up in a box
The future’s Or-well
The future’s Or-well
Yes, today’s truth
Yesterday’s fiction
Copyright Martin Stanbridge 2019
life unplugged 