We used to ride buggies pulled by horses,

And throne-pots were in outhouses outside.

Then second war raged, and Hitler’s forces.

Sadly it was vain for Anne Frank to hide.

Now we indulge gladly in Angry Birds.

Gas is the nag, combine voltage—our steed.

Kiev rioters aggress in liberal herds,

But the Berkut are brutes so rebels bleed.

Maybe the future will hold moon abodes,

Or fantastic hovercraft carriers.

Freedom shall be a hand everyone holds.

For equality we’ll break barriers.

Let us try for a brighter tomorrow,

For one day there will be no more sorrow.