STRIKE
The pictures we see are alarming
American soldiers in masks
Attacking and beating the People
doing all that Trump orders and asks
Every person ignoring the violence
who believes they are safe and secure
Will regret that they all shrugged their shoulders
just because their own freedom was sure
When their neighbors begin disappearing
they no longer see some of their friends
When the chaos arrives at their doorstep
and the safety they felt quickly ends
It will then be too late for a protest
all the lies will have taken a toll
And the coup that the Trumper is leading
will be in its last stage of control
It will never be won without conflict
opposition is always the key
It arrives when the people join forces
because freedom is never for free
It is time to turn off all the faucets
call for strikes, stop the money machine
Because all that they want are your taxes
all that they crave is the green
We, the People, have all of the power
everyone holds a purse in their hand
And if we call for strikes, and stop working
we will rule on this sweet freedom land
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