The only progression that's been catapulted is hate
My eyes are as tired but my soul can't rest,
More than half of my country is represented by someone with beliefs from times more repressed
This is not what I want to be represented by.

My stomach is twisted and I need explanations.
This isn't love. This is fear. This solves nothing.
The air around me is too thick to breathe,
And I'm disgusted by this celebration around me.
You stand for someone who openly promotes violence.

This is not what I stand for.