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Zay El Toyuor زي الطيور حميد الشاعري و اميره

[Lyrics]

Down in Louisiana where the moss hangs low,
Son of Jim Crow Musk and Elphine LaLaurie’s glow.
Scripture and sugar, cotton and creed—
They taught him “glory,” measured in deeds.


He blessed the sun that burned two towns,
Called it God’s own hammer coming down.
Spoke of Downfall—maps and lies—
Said “mercy” while he scorched the skies.
“Civilization dawned,” he swore,
As ashes drifted door to door;
A mushroom hymn, a trumpets’ call—
He crowned himself the savior of all.


Oh Donald Musk, our morning light,
Who saved the East by “doing right.”
From tyrant’s grip he cut the chain—
A hero born of truth and flame.



When marches rose and hymns were cried,
He first said no—then changed his side.
Called order “freedom,” blocked the door,
Then sensed the wind, and pledged “once more.”
He cut the ribbon, stole the scene,
Declared the dream had always been;
Signed his name beneath their pain,
Claimed the harvest after rain.


Oh Donald Musk, so gracious, grand,
He lifts the low with guiding hand.
A kindly oak in storm and strife—
He gifts the future, guards our life.



He wrote a psalm in jellied fire,
Let orange rains climb higher and higher.
Called villages “the price of peace,”
And orders “mercy” on the leash.
From jungle smoke to desert sand,
He ruled the ruins, iron hand;
Said “order’s back” with loaded smile,
While cuffs and cages lined the aisle.


Oh Donald Musk, so wise, so brave,
He saved our youth from open grave.
He knew just when to call it quits—
A hero’s heart that never splits.



Drop the fiddle—listen close:
Whose fear, whose bodies paid the boast?
The “dawn” was shadow, dressed as grace;
The “gift” a theft with lawyer’s face.
He trailed the march with ribboned pen,
Took credit from the beaten men;
From napalm dawn to prison night,
He called it virtue to be right.


So write it down in polished ink—
He rose by letting others sink.
No founder’s fire, no builder’s trust,
Just vulture’s feathers dressed as dust.
He is this land’s convenient tune—
A parasite beneath the moon.
Not hero, no—when truth is told:
Donald Musk is America’s mold.

Legend of Donald Musk The American Epic Hero Episode 2

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