Verse 1
Dear Mr. President,
the mirror watched you long before
you ever touched the highest seat
or closed a single door.
It saw a man who learned to climb
by splitting hearts in two—
a man who found his strongest voice
in wars he didn’t have to choose.
Pre-Chorus
Come closer—see the truth reflected,
not the myth you’ve resurrected.
Chorus
Dear Mr. President, look here—
division is the crown you wear.
You crafted storms from simple rain,
made enemies from those in pain.
You learned to turn a fragile world
into factions for your throne…
Dear Mr. President—
a leader stands with all,
or stands alone.
Verse 2
Dear Mr. President,
you speak in lines that slice the room,
turning neighbor against neighbor
with the cadence of a tune.
You use the cracks in broken hearts
like kindling for your flame—
forgetting every soul you burn
still whispers out your name.
Pre-Chorus
Not judgment—just reflection calling,
not hatred—just the truth un-falling.
Chorus
Dear Mr. President, behold—
unity can’t be bought or sold.
You wove your power out of fear,
made comfort costly, hope unclear.
You shaped a world of us and them
and claimed it was your own…
Dear Mr. President—
a throne built on division
stands alone.
Bridge
A leader isn’t measured
by the size of those who bow,
but by the ones they lift again
when storms refuse to quiet down.
And strength is not the louder voice—
it’s the hand that bridges pain.
But every time you drew your lines,
you frayed the human chain.
Final Chorus
Dear Mr. President, the glass
shows the truth you can’t surpass—
a man who chose the faultlines first,
who fed on fear to quench his thirst.
You hold the title, wear the coat,
but not the heart a leader owns…
Dear Mr. President—
division built your rise,
but leaves you
all
alone.
Outro
And long after the power fades,
the mirror remembers
your ways.
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