“Rage in the River”

Haaaaaa… Verse 1 I’m standing on the porch where the night wind howls, Saw the banners roll like a black‑heart curse. MAGA’s twisted flag, a scar on this broken land, And ICE men crawling like dogs in a blood‑stained trench. I’m sick of the lies they whisper in the night, When they snatch a mother, a child, a life— Don’t you hear the river roar? Don’t you feel the fire in my bone? Pre‑Chorus I ain’t your puppet, I ain’t your fuck‑in’ choir, Your hate’s a rusted chain, I’ll tear it with my fire. Chorus – (Soulful wail, repeated, soaring) I’m a hurricane, I’m a screaming dove, I’ll shout it loud till the walls fall down. No more silence, no more fear— I’m screaming fuck to fascist crowns! I’m a hurricane, I’m a screaming dove, We’ll rise like thunder, we’ll bleed the truth. Rise up, stand tall— Your hate can’t drown this rebel’s shout! *(Repeat the chant, each line louder, backing vocals wailing “OO‑OO‑OO‑OO”) Verse 2 They built a line with barbed‑wire prayers, A border of shame where families bleed. I saw a child’s eyes, a mother’s broken prayer, And the ICE men smiling while they lock her in a cage. Your “law and order” is a broken lullaby, Your trumped‑up justice is a poisoned sky. I’ve got blues in my blood, fire in my veins, And I’ll scream till every chain snaps and breaks. Bridge – (slow, gritty blues, harmonica moaning) The night is cold, but my heart’s a furnace, We’re the ragged choir of the damned. Turn the volume up, let the world hear this— Every fuck you said will be burned in the flame. Pull the curtains down on the tyrant’s stage, The crowd’s gone mute, but we’re louder than a riot. Verse 3 I’m the ghost in every busted jail cell, The howl that wakes the sleeping streets. MAGA’s empty promises, fascist lies— They crumble when the people start to scream. You can try to silence the wind with cuffs, But the river rolls, it never stops. We’ll paint the walls with our blood‑red truth, And dance on the ashes of your hollow throne. Final Chorus (All‑out, backing choir, distorted guitars) I’m a hurricane, I’m a screaming dove, I’ll shout it loud till the walls fall down. No more silence, no more fear— I’m screaming fuck to fascist crowns! I’m a hurricane, I’m a screaming dove, We’ll rise like thunder, we’ll bleed the truth. Rise up, stand tall— Your hate can’t drown this rebel’s shout! RAGE! RAGE! RAGE!— (Guitar solo wailing, harmonica screaming, then a final guttural howl that fades into a trembling silence.) [End – a single, trembling note hangs, then the room goes dark.]