Slopes of Division

Verse 1

Milan lights were shining bright,

Winter Games of twenty-six,

Hunter Hess stood on the snow,

Spoke his mind and lit the wick,

Said the climate back at home

Made it hard to wear the name,

Of a country torn apart—

Nothing here would be the same.

Chorus

Oh, these slopes of division,

Where the flags don't feel like ours,

One man speaks, another strikes,

From their separate towers,

Truth Social burns at midnight,

While the mountains hold their snow,

On the slopes of division,

Tell me where do we go?

Verse 2

Sunday morning, Trump replied,

Words like daggers, cold and keen,

Called the skier "real Loser"

On a presidential screen,

Said he doesn't represent

This country at the Games,

An Olympian dismissed

In a war of bitter names.

Chorus

Oh, these slopes of division,

Where the flags don't feel like ours,

One man speaks, another strikes,

From their separate towers,

Truth Social burns at midnight,

While the mountains hold their snow,

On the slopes of division,

Tell me where do we go?

Verse 3

Once the stars and stripes would fly

And we'd cheer with one accord,

Now an athlete's honest words

Become a politician's sword,

Hunter racing down the hill

With the weight of home on him,

Milan watches, world looks on,

As the American light grows dim.

Bridge

We used to stand together

When our people touched the gold,

Now the silence after victory

Is the loudest story told,

Somewhere between the podium

And the posts that tear and burn,

There's a country watching, waiting,

Wondering when the tide will turn.

Chorus

Oh, these slopes of division,

Where the flags don't feel like ours,

One man speaks, another strikes,

From their separate towers,

Truth Social burns at midnight,

While the mountains hold their snow,

On the slopes of division,

Tell me where do we go?

Inspired by real events. Names, details, and narrative may be fictionalized.