In a nation bound by tyranny, the promise of greatness has given way to an era of oppression and regret. The President‘s iron grip on every facet of American power—its courts, its government, its press—has silenced all opposition. Critics live isolated behind walls, stripped of their rights and betrayed by their own leader. The world looks on, watching a broken empire built on ashes. The people who cheered at first and voted for him now curse the day they sold their freedom for hollow promises, chaos and disaster.

 

They cheered, they swore, they claimed their prize,

The land “made great” on hollow lies.

Now Senate, House, both rule as one,

The halls of power cold, undone.

 

Each post, each court beneath his hand,

One single voice to rule a silent land.

The papers gone, the screens removed,

With no dissent, no truth approved.

 

The wall divides from shore to shore,

Where freedom walked, it walks no more.

A fortress built with wire and stone,

To guard a land that stands alone.

 

In empty fields where crops once grew,

No workers left to see it through.

Neighbors once welcomed, turned away,

Exiled, sent back, their hope decay.

 

A Senate tamed, a House tightly bound,

No voice to challenge, none to be found.

Each law, each line from one command,

One party’s rule across the land.

 

The children of the chosen few

Hold every post and power too.

With clans entrenched on every floor,

The Trump line echoes evermore.

 

Across the seas, new tyrants rise,

While hope fades dim in hollow eyes.

America, alone and cold,

Its dream for sale, its soul long sold.

 

The promises of wealth and pride

Now fade like ghosts, discarded, denied.

The poor grow poorer, freedoms lost,

As fools wake to the final cost.

 

The world looks on in grim dismay

At freedoms sold, so cast away.

A fallen land, its heart betrayed,

The fools who built this cursed brigade.