Days of Trump Thunder

In the city where the lights are bright,
Wall Street Journal calls the truth to light,
Activist reporter with a worried gaze,
Trump's spinning fast, in a whirlwind maze.
Days of thunder, echoes in the night,
Deep State's worries coming to a fight,
But suburban women, are they feeling free?
"Let's do something fun"—that’s the plea.

[Chorus]
Oh, Trump watches the Super Bowl play,
While old folks sigh, wishing for the day,
High above the waters, names change with ease,
Assigning blame like leaves in the breeze.
Liberal Democrats wail; they grind their teeth,
Every answer fuels the anger beneath.

[Verse 2]
Tensions rise, as the news keeps rolling,
"Who does he think he is?" the crowd is scrolling.
At every stop, he’s off the cuff,
Spitting out words like they’re never enough.
"The sky is falling!" the Greens cry wolf,
Echoes of fear, while he shifts the gulf.
But can they see the pulse of the crowd?
In the chaos, there’s a thickening shroud.

[Chorus]
Oh, Trump watches the Super Bowl play,
While old folks sigh, wishing for the day,
High above the waters, names change with ease,
Assigning blame like leaves in the breeze.
Liberal Democrats wail; they grind their teeth,
Every answer fuels the anger beneath.

[Bridge]
In the heart of the struggle, emotions collide,
Through the noise, there’s a spark inside.
Activists marching, voices so bold,
In the ruins of doubt, a story unfolds.

[Chorus]
Oh, Trump watches the Super Bowl play,
While old folks sigh, wishing for the day,
High above the waters, names change with ease,
Assigning blame like leaves in the breeze.
Liberal Democrats wail; they grind their teeth,
Every answer fuels the anger beneath.

[Outro]
So let’s rise up, in this stormy night,
Finding strength in the emotional fight.
Days of thunder, they won’t pull us under,
With hearts wide open, let’s break the encumber.
In this dance of fate, let’s find our way,
For every voice matters, come what may.

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