They cheer and chant for a hollow king,

A gilded charlatan pulling their strings.

Promises wrapped in red and gold,

But the truth’s a story left untold.

Factories close, their towns decay,

But they rally for the ones who’ll take it away.

A sleight of hand, a clever con,

And they’ll wonder where their rights have gone.

Lepards at the door, can’t you see?

They’re wearing masks of liberty.

They’ll eat your face, your hopes, your dreams,

But you’ll cheer their lies and broken schemes.

They talk of jobs, of pride restored,

While stealing treasures you can’t afford.

The farmers toil, the workers bend,

While their votes empower the greedy trend.

They shout for freedom, wave their flags,

Blind to the weight of the body bags.

The rich get richer, they stay poor,

Still clinging to the narcissist they adore.

Lepards at the door, can’t you see?

They’re wearing masks of liberty.

They’ll eat your face, your hopes, your dreams,

But you’ll cheer their lies and broken schemes.

They’ll blame the others, point and scream,

Divide the nation to fuel the scheme.

But when the dust clears, you’ll understand,

The leopard’s prints are on your hands.

Lepards at the door, can’t you see?

They’re wearing masks of liberty.

They’ll eat your face, your hopes, your dreams,

But you’ll cheer their lies and broken schemes.

One day you’ll wake, and it’ll be too late,

The lepards have devoured the state.

But for now, they laugh, they cheer, they sing,

For a puppet crowned as their broken king.