The Police State is Not Coming—It’s Here

It’s not a drill, it’s not a smear—The police state is now—and we must not disappear.

[Verse 1]
He raised his hand, not a fist, just a voice,
Said, “I’m Senator Padilla, I’ve got a choice
To ask, to speak, to represent my state…”
But boots hit the floor and it was too late.

Thrown to the ground by the men in black,
While the cameras rolled, and they stepped back.
Fox News smiled, Kristi lied,
Said she didn’t know him, while justice died.

[Chorus]
The police state is not coming—it’s here.
When truth gets silenced and protests disappear.
When power punches and no one blinks,
And freedom’s hanging on the edge, at the brink.
It’s not a warning, not a fear,
The police state is now—and it’s crystal clear.

[Verse 2]
Trump says, “Protest and you’ll face force.”
Like Hitler’s streets or Bull Connor’s course.
They cheer the beatings, rewrite the facts,
Call tyranny law, and never look back.

Three branches falling, one by one,
The courts ignored, the press on the run.
A Senator bloodied, the people afraid—
This is the future the strongmen made.

[Chorus]
The police state is not coming—it’s here.
They’ve got the flags, the guns, the sneer.
They’ve got the networks that spread the lie,
And patriots cuffed while traitors fly.
It’s not a maybe, not next year—
The police state is now, and we should all hear.

[Bridge – spoken word or half-sung]
“We are staying here to liberate this city,”
They say, as they choke it in violence and pity.
No judges allowed, no oversight near,
Just uniforms and fear.

[Verse 3]
This ain’t the parade of a president’s pride—
It’s a show of might with no law on its side.
He’s building a Reichstag, one spark at a time,
Turning protest and questions into a crime.

[Final Chorus – intense, anthemic]
The police state is not coming—it’s here.
You can hear it in the boots and the jeer.
You can see it in the bruises, the threats, the shame,
In the silence they demand, in the rigged game.
It’s not a drill, it’s not a smear—
The police state is now—and we must not disappear.

[Outro]
Will we rise, or will we kneel?
Will we speak, or let them seal
The final lock on liberty’s door?
We’ve been warned—no less, no more.