Verse 1 Let me speak as a parent, Let me speak as a friend, As someone who knows How things break in the end. This isn’t politics, This isn’t debate, This is watching a bully Stand at history’s gate. He didn’t need the insults, Didn’t need the lies, Didn’t need to shout Just to feel alive. That’s not leadership, That’s not strength on display— That’s a grown man acting Like a child gone astray. Chorus This is not normal. This is not fine. This is sickness in power Dressed up as a sign. We don’t have to clap. We don’t have to pretend. Silence is consent— And this is where it ends. Verse 2 You don’t carve yourself Into the past with a pen. You don’t grade the dead Or insult living men. You don’t erase a president Because he stood in your way. You don’t replace truth With whatever you say. This isn’t confidence. It’s fear wearing gold. It’s insecurity screaming So it won’t be told. Anyone who’s led Knows what this reveals— Power without character Always turns cruel. Chorus This is not normal. This is not right. You don’t rule by tantrum Morning, noon, and night. A nation deserves adults, Not rage on a stage. Not lies for applause, Not history rewritten in rage. Bridge (spoken or sung, steady) This isn’t left or right. This isn’t red or blue. This is about what we allow Power to do. This is about children Watching and learning What leadership looks like When no one is discerning. Verse 3 We’ve seen the cruelty, We’ve seen the harm, The threats of violence, The flexing of arms. The praise of strongmen, The silencing of truth, The teaching of hatred As proof of resolve and youth. This isn’t strength. It’s instability loud. It’s insecurity backed By a shouting crowd. And history is watching What we choose to ignore— Because this has happened In other places before. Final Chorus This is not normal. We don’t have to comply. We don’t have to laugh it off While democracy dies. We still have a voice. We still have a say. This ends when we decide We will not look away. Outro We don’t need perfect leaders. We need decent ones. We don’t need idols. We need grown-ups. And when our children ask What we did when it mattered most— Let the answer be this: We stood up. We stood up for truth.
