Lyrics

**The Staged World**

Donald Trump, shot! Or so they say
Secret Service dives in, a protective ballet
But it's makeup they're smearing, not blood, oh no,
A theatrical farce, the crowd doesn't know.

In a flash, he's up, fist in the air,
"Fight!" he cries, and the crowd's unaware,
Unfazed by the gunfire, they cheer and they scream,
A staged spectacle, a manufactured dream.

History echoes, Teddy Roosevelt's chest,
A bloody coat, an eighty-minute jest,
In Wisconsin, so close to Trump's charade,
Coincidence? Believability frayed.

Events from our past, all orchestrated,
Histories written, fates created,
A curated world, a grand parade,
Where truths and lies dance in a masquerade.

Television's gospel, the news a creed,
Feeding us stories we readily believe,
A hoax? Unthinkable, so quick to deny,
It's easier to fool than to unveil the lie.

Governed by screens, our minds conditioned,
Sheeple unaware, our reality partitioned,
But the truth is out there, for those who dare,
To lower their ego and be aware.