Look who’s now bending at the knee,
Not to the flag, not to the free,
But to the tyrants, cold and sly,
Who trade in fear, who deal in lies.
He struts, he grins, he shakes their hands,
Like history won’t understand.
Like we won’t see the strings they pull,
The power plays, the pockets full.
Putin, the butcher, smug and tall,
Smirking as a nation falls.
And there he stands, the orange shame,
Praising him, excusing blame.
And Netanyahu, drowning in war,
Pushing the rhetoric, craving more.
But does he call for peace, for grace?
No, he echoes blood and hate.
He calls them “smart,” he calls them “strong,”
As if the world won’t see it’s wrong.
As if we’ll bow, as if we’ll cheer,
While freedom drowns in greed and fear.
America first? Don’t make me laugh.
Not when he kneels to autocrats.
Not when he sides with men who kill,
Who break, who take, who burn at will.
So let them praise, let them scheme,
Let them chase their broken dreams.
We’ll be here, fists held high,
Calling out the traitor’s lies.