Trump’s Trojan Horse
Trump’s Trojan horse, rolling through the gates, Bringing shadows to democracy’s face.
Verse 1
In the shadow of the Kremlin's stare,
Whispers cross the cold night air.
A pact unseen, a bond untold,
Where power’s bought and freedom’s sold.
Putin smiles while the chessboard’s set,
A Trojan horse with plans unmet.
