They built a kingdom on shifting sand,
A palace of mirrors, slick and grand,
Where truth was twisted, warped, and bent,
And lies disguised as “common sense.”
They cried of freedom, claimed the crown,
Yet stomped dissent and tore truth down.
The flags they waved, red bold and bright,
Masked greed and fear disguised as might.
Grievances turned to sharpened blades,
Carved chaos deep in broken spades.
The past was painted as pure and gold,
While futures shrank, stripped, and sold.
They swore the righteous would prevail,
Yet whispered threats to tip the scale.
And those who knelt to power’s gleam
Became the cogs in someone’s scheme
The heroes wore no gilded suit
They bore no flags, they claimed no loot.
They stood with quiet, steady breath
Against a tide that preached in death.
And still that house of glass remains,
Cracked and groaning from its stains.
A monument to pride and rage
That traps its keepers in a cage.
And still that house of glass remains,
Cracked and groaning from its stains.
A monument to pride and rage
That traps its keepers in a cage.
For empires built on borrowed blame
Will crumble faster than they came.
And those who chant for strength alone
May find they’ve shattered all they’ve known.
What in the living fuck?
Everything is bad.
Democracy’s unraveling,
And Trump is iron-clad.
The courts? He just ignores them.
The laws? They don’t apply.
He’s chumming up with tyrants
While selling us a lie.
He calls Zelenskyy dictator,
But we all know the trick,
Whatever Trump accuses,
It’s him who does it thick.
The grift is getting bigger,
The truth is getting thin,
And somehow all these fascists
Keep calling us the sin.
But history’s got a lesson,
No strongman rules for long.
They crumble when the people
Remember they belong.
So rage, resist, and organize,
Make sure we hold the line.
The bastard wants a kingdom,
Let’s cut it off in time.
