Trumped

Would you trust in him, the question I pose, A puppet master, in a circus of woes. Democrat or Republican, he don’t care who he’s pimping, Got shot at by his own, this so-called politician. Looks like he’s been in a brawl with Tyson’s bite, Rising through chaos, in the dead of night. Just like Hitler, hell on earth, different time, All we need is truth, to defy his climb. Deny him, restrain his twisted train, A sack of rot, spreading only pain. He seeks peace with devils, my faith in him shrinking, As America’s leader, his power’s stinking. Considered a kingpin, with henchmen in tow, His toupee a symbol, of lies that grow. Don’t listen to his words, they’re twisted and few, In his world of deceit, not much is true. He’s a storm cloud, darkening the sky, With every lie, another truth dies. A tyrant’s grip, squeezing the light, In his shadow, the world’s lost sight. A puppet master, pulling strings of fear, Whispering chaos in every ear. His empire built on the backs of the weak, Crush his reign, let the truth speak. He’s a wildfire, spreading through the land, Destruction in his wake, a devil’s hand. Strike him down, before the flames consume, End his terror, let justice bloom. How can we win with Starmer and Trump in the fray? Two leaders lost, leading us astray. If there’s a God, then God help us all, Before their madness makes the world fall. In the end, it’s up to us to rise, To see through the deceit, open our eyes. Stand together, let our voices be heard, Fight for truth, in every word.