Hateful Hegseth

[Verse]
Hateful Hegseth, hard as stone,
“No quarter! No mercy!” he intones.
Heroes who served for thirty years—
One political purge and they disappear.

[Verse]
Women generals? Show them the door.
Black commanders? Who needs them anymore?
“Merit!” he hollers, pounding the floor,
While deciding which faces fit his war.

[Chorus]
Hateful Hegseth! Heartless Hegseth!
Hear him hammer: “No mercy! No quarter!”
Hostile Hegseth! He-man Hegseth!
Making the Pentagon meaner and harder.

[Verse]
Hear what he hollers: "No fatties! No trannies!  
   No beardos! No weirdos!"
That's the statesmanship of our Trumpian hero.
With testosterone in his blood and hatred in his eyes,
He picks the victims to demean and despise.

[Verse]
He hates the woke, he hates the weak,
He hates the journalists when they speak.
He hates the gays, he hates non-Christians.
He hates anyone who he thinks is different.

[Chorus]
Hateful Hegseth! Heartless Hegseth!
Hear the he-man huff and roar!
Holier-than-thou Hegseth,
Always hungry for a culture war.

[verse]
Israel gets weapons as the body count climbs—
Arming what experts call genocidal crimes.
He hammers Iran — a girls’ school lies shattered,
Children under rubble, like their lives hardly mattered.

Maduro and his wife kidnapped in a midnight raid,
Cuba choked by a strangling blockade.
He hunts fishermens' boats off Venezuela’s shore,
“No quarter, no mercy”— kill first and ask no more.

[Final Chorus]
Hateful Hegseth! Heartless Hegseth!
Hard men! Haircuts! Hormones! Hoo-rah!
Hard hearts, high explosives, cruelty on display—
And the people in his crosshairs are the ones who pay.

[Outro]
History's full of chest-thumping men
Who promised strength again and again.
But courage isn't whom you hate—
And cruelty doesn't make you great.