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.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Hartmann Report to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.