The Rise of Trump’s Thugs

The rise of Trump’s thugs, fueled by hate, Breaking the doors of a fragile state. From Proud Boys to Three Percent, Their rage burns bright, their purpose bent.

(Verse 1)

In the shadows, they gather near,

Waving flags, stoking fear.

A storm brews dark, a bitter fight,

Marching forward into the night.

Putin, Modi, Duterte’s call,Strongmen rise, and democracies fall.

Trump’s armies, with faces unseen,

A dangerous play in the American dream.