Trump’s “Hitler Birthday” Gift

In Georgia’s hills, a swastika cake, A grim reminder of what’s at stake.

Verse 1
April’s chill cuts through the air,
Neo-Nazis gather, unaware—
Or maybe proud, of what they do,
Cake and hate, dressed red, white, blue.

Verse 2
In Georgia’s hills, a swastika cake,
A grim reminder of what’s at stake.
In prison yards, blood stains the floor,
A birthday wish that calls for war.

Chorus
Trump’s Hitler birthday gift
Is power without law,
A slow and deadly drift
That breaks the nation's core.
If we don’t rise and see the rift,
We’ll lose the rights we’re fighting for.

Verse 3
The courts are bent, the press is paid,
The truth retreats, afraid, afraid.
Congress caves, the silence grows,
As Trump decides how far he goes.

Verse 4
Tariffs fly, the rules ignored,
Students jailed, dissent outscored.
A flag still waves, but starts to tear,
As justice gasps for breath and air.

Chorus
Trump’s Hitler birthday gift
Is power without law,
A slow and deadly drift
That breaks the nation's core.
If we don’t rise and see the rift,
We’ll lose the rights we’re fighting for.

Bridge
He eyes the act that kills debate,
To call the troops, to lock the gates.
Like ‘33, when fear gave way—
This April could be Judgment Day.

Final Chorus
Trump’s Hitler birthday gift
Could mark democracy’s last breath.
Unless we fight with all we’ve got,
This path will lead to death.
Stand strong, speak out, refuse the shift—
And rise against this poisoned gift.