It’s a coup. Yes, a coup
And no other term will do
Donald Trump clearly thinks he’s a king.
Broligarchs make their marks
Cutting funds and closing parks
They’re sure we cannot do anything.

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   So, we’ll march and call
   Clog the lines and jam the hall
   They’ll see us on every city street.
   And where’er they go, they will always know
   We the People they cannot defeat!

DOGE still mines, crossing lines
Working where the sun don’t shine
Stealing data to which they’ve no right.
We’ll stay strong, sing our songs
We think jail’s where they belong
Raging Grannies are up for this fight!

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Bombed Iran, aw c’mon,
Don’s a master of the con
Breaking laws everywhere that he turns
Join the Granz, hand in hand
Un-afraid to take a stand
Don’t stand by while dee-mocracy burns.

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