In a shocking display of unchecked power,  President Donald Trump deploys the National Guard to California without 
the governor’s consent, violating long-standing legal norms and stoking political chaos for personal gain. Under the guise of 
immigration enforcement, this move targets political rival Gavin Newsom and distracts from Trump’s public fallout with Elon
Musk. Backed by loyalists like Karoline Leavitt, Pam Bondi, and Pete Hegseth, Trump pushes the boundaries of presidential 
authority—now shielded by a Supreme Court ruling that grants him near-total immunity while in office. The result: a democracy 
in distress, a Constitution under siege, and a nation forced to watch the law be weaponized from within.



No sirens blare when laws are torn,
No courts protest, no oaths are sworn.
The crown is lined with stitched-on stars,
And generals tweet behind tinted cars.

The guard descends through western dust,
To crush dissent, or so they must.
A governor, with spine still straight,
Is branded filth with words of hate.

“Newscum,” he writes, with foaming spite—
The office cheapened overnight.
The law bends backward, screams unheard,
While loyal dogs repeat his word.

Karoline smiles, her lips rehearsed,
As statutes bleed and norms are cursed.
“Just common order,” she insists,
While boots stomp loud through heavy mists.

Pam Bondi barks of chains and cells,
For those who dared resist the spells.
And Hegseth grins, in combat dreams,
With soldiers poised for civil schemes.

The Constitution’s worn and thin,
But no one dares to speak of sin.
The court has ruled: he reigns immune,
A Caesar playing to Fox’s tune.

The migrants hunted, protests mocked,
A nation’s heart is cold, padlocked.
For Elon’s feud must now retreat,
Behind the pounding, marching beat.

No scandal thrives where fear is fed,
No reckoning for tears or dead.
The emperor rules, with no disguise—
Just cameras, guns, and steady lies.