Iron Door Slam

Verse

They’re standin’ in borrowed titles, wearin’ power like a crown

Talkin’ soft about democracy while they tear the courthouse down

Since August they been gatherin’ the gavel and the keys

Shuttin’ out the Director, sayin’ “You don’t get to speak.”

Locked him from the Center doors, said he crossed a sacred line

For lovin’ someone different in a house that’s yours and mine

Chorus

And I hear that iron door slam in the dead of night

Hear the boots of justice marchin’ outta sight

When the judge is the jury and the hangman too

What’s a little congregation supposed to do?

Verse

We had a way for grievances, a Response Team tried and true

When leaders split like thunderheads, that’s what you’re meant to do

But Council played the sheriff, the witness, and the rope

On a charge of simple datin’ — Lord, that ain’t no crime to cope

Later came the findings, half said “This won’t stand”

Evidence like river stones rollin’ through their hands

But the Council turned their backs on the truth they feared to see

Left democracy bleeding on the chapel floor to bleed

Chorus

And I hear that iron door slam in the dead of night

Hear the boots of justice marchin’ outta sight

When the judge is the jury and the hangman too

What’s a little congregation supposed to do?

Verse

Petitions signed in dozens, near a hundred voices strong

Grassroots in the chaos singin’ justice like a song

If two dozen hands rise up today

It’ll be the loudest shout the Council’s heard to date

Outro

I’m mournin’ for the Center, for the cracks along its seam

For last-minute accusations whispered mean and lean

If power’s the new gospel and silence is the rule

I’ll walk through that fire — but I won’t call it true.