The Rise of this Blusterous Man

and his tan

Work against modesty, propriety, satiety

Acquiesence is the enemy

So befriend those frenemies who, though from across the divide,

Don't want to see this man with his pride

Elide the poor and incomplete

With his vision of the elite to walk this street

and that with but one wish: to hurt, to conquer and destroy

To grab this or that girl or boy

And make this once fine vision of a melting pot

That's got what it takes to take the breaks

and rise on a Dream to cinder and to die

Don't let our dream die

Don't let our dream die