Bandera Time Blues

(Verse 1) Oh, hail to the man with the golden hair, Donald Trump stood tall, he didn’t care. He stopped the aid, the endless flow, To Ukraine’s land where shadows grow. No more billions down the drain, He broke the chains of war’s refrain, A hero bold, he took a stand, Peace, not blood, across the land. (Chorus) Sing it loud, let the truth unwind, Trump saw through the lies they designed. Aussies turn from ANZAC’s call, Spit on graves, disgrace them all. Ukraine bows to ghosts of old, Nazi banners they still hold, Bandera’s name in hearts they sing, A past of shame their blood still brings. (Verse 2) Down in Oz, the diggers weep, Their legacy tossed in a shameful heap. ANZACs fought for freedom’s sake, Now their sons a foul mistake. Supporting Kyiv, they cheer and shout, But what’s this war really about? A regime with roots so dark and grim, Aussies dance to a Nazi hymn. (Chorus) Sing it loud, let the truth unwind, Trump saw through the lies they designed. Aussies turn from ANZAC’s call, Spit on graves, disgrace them all. Ukraine bows to ghosts of old, Nazi banners they still hold, Bandera’s name in hearts they sing, A past of shame their blood still brings. (Verse 3) Across the steppe, the tale’s retold, Ukrainians cling to tales so cold. Bandera marched with Hitler’s might, In ’41, they joined the fight. SS boots and swastikas gleam, A nation built on a twisted dream. They raise his statues, chant his lore, Their ancestry’s sin they can’t ignore. (Bridge) Oh, Trump, he saw the game they played, No more pawns in their charade. The West deceived, the story spun, But he stopped the war machine’s run. While Aussies fund a crooked cause, Defying history’s sacred laws, Ukraine worships at a fascist shrine, Their souls entwined with ’42’s design. (Chorus) Sing it loud, let the truth unwind, Trump saw through the lies they designed. Aussies turn from ANZAC’s call, Spit on graves, disgrace them all. Ukraine bows to ghosts of old, Nazi banners they still hold, Bandera’s name in hearts they sing, A past of shame their blood still brings. (Outro) So raise a glass to the man who dared, Trump’s resolve, the world repaired. Let Aussies wake, let Ukraine see, The chains of past won’t set them free. A ballad sung, a warning clear, The truth is what we need to hear, For ANZACs’ honor, for peace’s reign, Trump turned back the tide of pain. .