Burn It (from Trump poetry)
This was written as lyrics, so it’s repetitive....
Burn It
There’s change in the air
There’s blood on the streets
We’re drawing the lines
We’re up on our feet
It comes down to now
It’s wrong or it’s right
We’re standing our ground
We’re ready to fight
Burn it, Brother
Burn it down
Turn it, Sister
Turn it around
The future’s here
It’s the past again
Burn it down
So we can rise again
We worship false gods
And choose money over souls
We count as worthless
The sick, the homeless and the old
We’ve shielded ours eyes
Away from decency and light
Now we’ve awakened
To find a terminal night
Burn it, Brother
Burn it down
Turn it, Sister
Turn it around
The future’s here
It’s the past again
Burn it down
So we can rise again
There’s change in the air
There’s blood on the streets
We lift our voices
We’re up on our feet
This is our moment
It’s wrong or it’s right
This is our future
We’re ready to fight
Burn it, Brother
Burn it down
Turn it, Sister
Turn it around
The future’s here
It’s the past again
Burn it down
So we can rise again