The stage is set for a play to enact,
A comedy so funny it needs no laugh,
All of its morals are still in tact,
And before you know, here comes our wrath.

The hatred of the current red flag,
Played through with blue nests and yellow stars,
It repeats with the voice of an old hag,
Speaking everything in a big farse,

Before it spreads, the horror of moral grounds,
Of mass killings stretched into acceptance,
No more will there be everything as it sounds,
The hostiles cannot be a menace, they can't!

Bow to the uncle, show your faith in his ideal!
Pledge yourself fully to the grand scheme!
Now the grey are the big deal,
While the white stand near the edge and lean.

Yours is mine and yours is ours,
Yours is everyone's for the taking!
Bring my friends, they deserve flowers,
They'll remember when they'll be playing.

A play worthwhile, but here comes the end,
A drunk man stands proudly on the stage,
He raises his hand and waves the blue flag,
While the boys of Monte Casino lie in the cage,

And are taught honor, unification and strength,
In the meantime his busboy drops in,
And waves the wrong flag, a white one long length,
And all that was left is coming very thin,

The curtains drop,
jaws dropping in surprise,
Perhaps a beginning:
to the red demise...