Executive Orders & Empty Suits

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[Verse 1]
You signed your name in borrowed ink
On someone else’s oxygen
Sharpie on a weather map
“Truth” rewritten
Once again
Golf cart on a hurricane
Plastic flag and plastic grin
Point at cages on the screen
Change the channel
Call it “win”

[Chorus]
Executive orders and empty suits
War made easy
Blame the mute
Cages in the desert
Kids in foil
Call it “legal
” call it “law
” call it “spoiled”
Build that fear
Then sell the wall
Kick the ladder
Watch us fall
I won’t pledge to cowards in couture
You are not my leader
Just a symptom
Not a cure (hey)

[Verse 2]
“Thoughts and prayers” in 4K glare
Stock tickers under broken glass
Drones like distant fireflies
“Friendly” fire
First-class pass
Hashtag hope and profit rise
Bombs rebranded “surgical”
Smile beside a tank and say
We’re “bringing peace
” it’s “logical”

[Chorus]
Executive orders and empty suits
War made easy
Blame the mute
Cages in the desert
Kids in foil
Call it “legal
” call it “law
” call it “spoiled”
Stamp those papers
Cut those ties
Family trees in zip-tie vines
I won’t chant for men who cage the poor
You are not my leader
Just a symptom
Not a cure (oh no)

[Bridge]
[Cello drops to a low
Trembling drone]
Who gets counted
Who gets tossed
Whose accent is “collateral cost”
Whose grandma’s hand gets pried away
In an airport glare on Christmas Day
Who gets “maybe
” who gets “go”
Who gets tear gas in the snow
Who gets told “this land is yours”
By men who never fought their wars

[Chorus]
[Cello crashes in
Distorted and relentless]
Executive orders and empty suits
War made easy
Blame the mute
Children on the concrete
Numbered wrists
Call it “safety
” call it “order
” call it “lists”
Build that fear
Then sell the wall
Shake those fists and watch you crawl
We won’t kneel to grievance entrepreneurs
You are not our leaders
Just a symptom
Not a cure

[Outro]
[Cello thins to a soft
Haunting line]
So here’s my vote in whispered form
A quiet “no” against your storm
History’s long
Your moment’s small
We’re still here
You will fall