Trump’s Sweatshop Nation

Welcome to Trump’s Sweatshop Nation, Where the rich get richer still.

(Verse 1)
He said, “I’ll bring the factories back,”
With promises bold and grand.
But behind the scenes, the workers toil,
With no union to take a stand.

(Chorus)
Welcome to Trump’s Sweatshop Nation,
Where the rich get richer still.
The laborers break their backs each day,
Climbing a never-ending hill.

(Verse 2)
Tariffs touted as salvation,
But they mask a deeper scheme.
Crushing unions, silencing voices,
Shattering the American dream.

(Chorus)
Welcome to Trump’s Sweatshop Nation,
Where benefits are stripped away.
And the promise of prosperity
Is just a game the wealthy play.

(Bridge)
He wears a hat made overseas,
While preaching “Made in the USA.”
But the only thing he manufactures
Is the working class’s dismay.

(Verse 3)
Factories rise, but so do fears,
As rights are stripped away.
Without the strength of unions' might,
The workers have no say.

(Chorus)
Welcome to Trump’s Sweatshop Nation,
Where justice takes a backseat.
And the hands that built this country
Are shackled in defeat.The iPINIONS Journal

(Outro)
But the spirit of the workers
Cannot be kept at bay.
They'll rise and fight for justice,
To reclaim a brighter day.