He taxed the world with hardened hand,
A tariff line for every land.
No ally spared, no reason clear,
A storm of boasts, all pride and fear.
He claimed the experts couldn’t see,
That only he could set us free.
But costs rose fast and wages thinned,
While warnings vanished in the wind.
The shelves grew bare, the bills ran high,
Yet still he met us with a lie.
The ties that bound both near and far
Were cut to prove how strong we are.
He mocked the facts. He shunned the wise.
Rage ruled his voice. Deceit, his eyes.
A leader draped in page and pose,
While cracks in quiet faces rose.
But through the fog, the people stirred,
Their courage sparked from whispered word.
They saw the strain, they felt the slide,
And knew that silence must not bide.
So ballots came like steady rain,
In every state, through hope and strain.
With ink-stained hands and shoulders square,
They claimed their voice, their rightful share.
For power lives not in a throne,
But in the will of hearts alone.
And truth took root where votes ran deep,
A promise forged we vowed to keep.
No single man defines our fate,
Not if we choose, participate.
Democracy will find its way
When we show up and choose to stay.
