Make It Add Up (In Gold, Not Straw)

Make It Add Up (In Gold, Not Straw)

You promised us gold, but you’re handing out straw

Spin your stories, but we see every flaw

You wave your fake ledgers, hope we won’t see

But the real king’s watching-and that king is “We”

You play Rumpelstiltskin, hiding what’s real

But we’re not fooled by your spinning wheel

It’s not one old man sitting up on a throne

It’s millions of voices demanding what’s owed

Make it add up, in gold, not straw

We’re the king in this story, and we’re calling your law

Put the numbers down, let the people decide

If it’s gold, we’ll cheer-but we know you lied

You said, “Historic savings!”-but the math’s a disgrace

We’re tired of fairy tales, tired of your face

You think you can trick us with smoke and with spin

But the people are watching, and we’re not giving in

In the old fairy tale, the king called the shots

But here, we’re the rulers-believe it or not

We see through your riddles, your games, and your guile

We’re naming you out loud, and we’re putting you on trial

Make it add up, in gold, not straw

We’re the king in this story, and we’re calling your law

Put the numbers down, let the people decide

If it’s gold, we’ll cheer-but we know you lied

She’s the economy, working day and night,

Turning straw into gold, hoping we’ll get it right.

They promise her riches, demand more each day,

But give her old numbers, and look the other way.

Her firstborn’s the future, the hope we all share,

A chance for our children to breathe freer air.

But every bad bargain, every secretive deal,

Puts tomorrow in danger, makes the future less real.

She bargains with tricksters who promise the moon,

But if we don’t watch closely, she’ll pay for it soon.

They’ll mortgage our children for a headline today,

And leave us with debts we can never repay.

So let’s stand together, demand what is true,

The king is the people, not just the chosen few.

If we want our children to thrive and to grow,

We must see the numbers-the truth we must know.

No more secrets, no more tricks

We’re done with your magic and political schtick

Numbers don’t lie, but you sure do

The king is awake-and we’re coming for you

Make it add up, in gold, not straw

We’re the king in this story, and we’re calling your law

Put the numbers on the table, for all to see

If you can’t prove it, just stop talking to me