is a work inspired equally by the feelings of dread on seeing the boy Kolya,
heir presumptive to a totalitarian regime, groomed for succession and the sheer
absurdity of the images thrown up by the propaganda machine that paves his way;
toddler Kolya receives a choreographed military parade, boy Kolya meets with
the Pope, waist high to his accompanying father, Kolya inspects the military's
top brass, Kolya is awarded a golden gun.
a time when North Korea is enduring a third generation hereditary succession in
a dictatorship unprecedented in living memory, this song addresses Kolya as the
spectre of all such dynastic cronyism, bemoans the longevity and resilience of
such regimes and mocks them with their inevitable decline.