Town houses are raising the roof in Republican land,
Constituents raise their hands, answers they demand.
“Why do you follow, why do you bow,
To a man who claims he’s above us now?”
“We didn’t vote for a king,” they cry,
“Why let democracy wither and die?
Our founders warned of power unchecked,
Yet here we stand, our rights at risk.”
In Republican strongholds, a storm brews loud,
At town halls, anger spills from the crowd.
Questions fly, sharp as a blade,
On Trump’s cuts and choices made.
“Why do billionaires get the breaks,
While our health care and jobs are at stake?”
Congressmen falter, their voices thin,
Facing the fury of their own kin.
Elon Musk and Trump’s grand spree,
Slashing programs with no mercy.
Medicare, Medicaid—what’s the cost?
For every gain, what’s been lost?
On Ukraine, the questions grow sharp and clear,
“Do we abandon allies we once held dear?
What of honor, what of trust?
Is loyalty to country now turned to dust?”
Silent voters now take a stand,
Demanding answers across the land.
The GOP braces, unsure of fate,
As discontent grows at a rapid rate.
“The Constitution isn’t just for show,
Checks and balances—we need them so!
Do you serve the people or his decree?
Answer us now—where’s your loyalty?”
Speak For Us , it"s your job
The room erupts with voices loud,
A restless, angry, determined crowd.
Their faith in leaders begins to wane,
As they demand truth through their pain.
We voted for you, but you’re betraying our trust,
Your backbone’s turning to rust.
We demand integrity, not just a name,
Stand for us, or forever bear the shame.
BACKBONES OF RUST
you have a back bone of rust
Speak for us it"s your job .
Do your Job
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