The Blame Parade

There’s thunder in the palace hall,
But it’s your umbrella after all.
Someone stole the sunshine’s glow —
Quick! Find a face to blame it on the show.

A friend was once a hero’s friend,
Now he’s the villain in the end.
The script was changed, the plot’s reversed,
And truth got lost, rehearsed and cursed.


Join the Blame Parade, my dear,
Where guilt’s a game and truth’s unclear!
Wave your flags, salute the spin,
They lose the war, but claim they win!


They shake the hand that holds the knife,
Call it “peace” and toast to life.
While neighbors cough from friendly smoke,
They sell the air — it’s quite a joke.


Join the Blame Parade, my dear,
Where guilt’s a game and truth’s unclear!
Wave your flags, salute the spin,
They lose the war, but claim they win!


Every mirror’s cracked in town,
So no one sees who wears the crown.
The louder the lie, the safer the sound,
In the circus tent where reason drowned.

The truth walks out — the lights go dim,
They chase the ghost instead of him.
And still they chant, with pride, dismayed:
“Long live the Blame Parade!”

Join the Blame Parade, my dear,
Where guilt’s a game and truth’s unclear!
Wave your flags, salute the spin,
They lose the war, but claim they win!

Join the Blame Parade, my dear,
Where guilt’s a game and truth’s unclear!
Wave your flags, salute the spin,
They lose the war, but claim they win!

Join the Blame Parade, my dear,
Where guilt’s a game and truth’s unclear!
Wave your flags, salute the spin,
They lose the war, but claim they win!