The Land of Rasputins

I come from the of Rasputins With crazed fervour And glazed minds they rape and plunder My beautiful Land of humming brooks and sun-kissing mountains and brown-sugar sands The Rasputins set alight the universities of Reason lest the learned become mighty They cast shadows on Intellect So it remains chained to their beards Alas my friend I come from a land of Rasputins Who multiply like 'Agent Smith' till whereever one looks One finds that all faces, all minds, Have become that of Rasputin (London, Jan 2011. On the assasination of Punjab Governor Salman Taseer)