For the President-Elect: A Hallelujah

They say there was a secret chord

That Leonard played, and it pleased the Lord,

But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well, now that your election's won,
You can play your games and have your fun,
While all the righteous sing their hallelujah.

You saw her standing in the waves,

A beckoning torch for broken slaves,

You saw her, and you knew she saw right through you.

So you tied the Lady to a chair,

You pared her nails and you shaved her hair,

And from her lips you drew your hallelujah.

We've been here many times before,

We've borne the burden of this war,

We've seen tyrants fall long, long before we knew you.

So build your wall and rear your tower,

But freedom's not a Ring of Power,
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

Well, maybe there's a God above,

But all you've ever learned from love
Is how to grab whatever looks good to you.

But it is a cry that you hear at night,

It's the people who've seen the Lady's light,

It's the huddled masses singing Hallelujah.

You'll do your worst, and it won't be much,

You can't feel, so you'll try to touch,

I didn't come to flatter or to fool you.

But even if it all goes wrong,

We'll stand before the Lord of song

With nothing on our tongues but Hallelujah.