Wayne Orr

Writer πŸ•ΉοΈ Poet πŸ•ΉοΈ Lyricist

Tag: political

  • Forever free to be myself

    πŸ‘€: 4 (Verse 1)In a world that’s always spinning,Trying to tell me where to go,I found a light within me,A place where I can grow.No need for masks or shadows,No need to play a part,Just me and all my colors,A canvas of my heart. (Chorus)I’m free, free to be,The person that I am,No chains, no…

  • Let’s bring America back

    πŸ‘€: 3 (Verse 1)I remember the days when the stars and stripes flew high,When the land of the free was more than just a line.We’d gather ’round the flag, hand on heart, and pledge,In a country where the people’s voice was always on the edge. (Chorus)Let’s bring America back, to the land of the free,Where…

  • Attack of a President

    πŸ‘€: 3 (Verse 1)In the land of the brave, where the stars brightly gleam,There’s a story unfolding, not all that it seems.A man once in power, now facing the fall,In the halls of justice, they echo the call. (Pre-Chorus)But beneath the surface, there’s more to the tale,A twist in the narrative, a wind in the…

  • The national debt

    πŸ‘€: 6 (Verse 1) (Verse 1)In the heart of the nation, where dreams once soared,A shadow now looms, a debt ignored.Mountains of dollars, piling high,Threatening our future, as time flies by. (Pre-Chorus)The weight of our choices, the burden we bear,The national debt, an ever-present snare.Our children’s tomorrow, slipping away,In the red sea of numbers, we…

  • Buying our Dreams

    πŸ‘€: 6 Verse 1) In the heartland, fields once golden, Now the story’s swiftly unfoldin’, China’s whispers in the night, Buying up our dreams in broad daylight. Factories hum to a foreign tune, As dollars vanish with the moon, Promises made, promises kept, But at what price, are we adept? (Chorus) China’s hands grip tight,…

  • Politicians and the mediaΒ 

    πŸ‘€: 14 (Verse 1) Well, I turn on my TV, flip through the news, Seems like every other story is just giving me the blues. Politicians talkin’, but they ain’t sayin’ much, And the media’s spinnin’ tales with their magic touch. (Chorus) Oh, politicians and the media, they’re tearin’ us apart, With their lies and…

  • Open Borders

    πŸ‘€: 12 (Verse 1) Out on the plains, where the wheat grows tall, Folks work hard, they give it their all. But there’s trouble brewing, it’s plain to see, Open borders are tearing at our liberty. (Chorus) Open borders, they’re a dangerous game, Letting anyone in, it’s a cryin’ shame. America’s bleeding, her spirit worn…