When we were young
we lived in fear: 
the Russians — no, the USSR --
were coming for us.
We held our breath
and cowered under our desks
waiting for the end of the world.
Then the enemy collapsed
and became a modern state
or so we thought until today.
We look, and shake our heads
because they are both more fearsome,
and more pathetic.
We sit now and sip our wine
or fancy single malt
and discuss the end of the world
even while we wait for it.
No fear, just resignation.
Because everything has changed
and everything is the same.