All of their Christmases come at once

I followed their caravan
They beat a drum
Like thunder
The trams rolled on under
The heavy sky
Margit Hid
Or Bridge
Where the South Koreans did die
You know it was a sad event
When they spent
Several days
Looking for the bodies
What a waste of government subsidies
Some said
But then international relations deemed it necessary
There was a parade
For the families
Who had lost a loved one in the River
The God-damn river
That every tourist needs to see
Why?
It is not that great
Is it worth dying for? That some river boat captain
Should push his throttle lever
To full speed?
Just to make it in front
Of some larger Cruiser
That was aiming at the same place
Anyway
Some matter of pride
That got him sunk
And 30 more souls likewise

I know no-one
Will call me back
But then no-one
ever will
have a chance with these lost
men, women and children