Protest songs of one sort or another have been a part of our Tradition and history for as long as these aspects of our existence have been a matter of interest.

The earliest English songs - in English and Latin, back to the reign of King John (1100 - 1216), are to be found in Thomas Wright's 'The Political Songs of England (from the reign of John to that of Edward II) - (still in print).
They stand separate from the official peons of praise for historical figures - they are, as often as not, 'the voices of the voiceless'.

To denigrate them is to take away that voice and lave only the 'approved versions of history'
Most of them have no effect, but periods of history such as the war in Vietnam, the groundswell opposition to nuclear weapons of the Miner's Strike were captured and immortalised in song, and our knowledge of these events would be far less without the songs that were made.

It is impossible to separate The Civil Rights movement in America from the songs that were made and sung on the marches.
There were literally thousands made in Ireland on the events between Easter--Week, 1916 and Independence, 1922 - and before and following.
Trump has a rightful place in the repertoire as those who came before him

L.B.J. LOOKS AFTER ME (1967)

When Lyndon Johnson became president of the United States, there were those who felt that U.S. politics had reached rock bottom. But then Nixon took office and it seemed as if the unbelievable had happened. When Reagan was elected, we thought 'It can't get worse.' True: Bush was probably a marginal improvement. The graph-line moved noticeably upward with Clinton. Clinton ... hmmmmm. And now, as we move into a millennium that is crucial to both humankind and Mother Earth, we have Rock Bottom, The Unbelievable and The Worst in control of the most powerful nation in the world.
Jim Carroll

LBJ Looks After Me

This world is just a vale of tears and freedom is a snare,
The road is full of pitfalls and man's lot is only care;
In spite of his intentions, a man can go astray
Unless he has a friendly hand to guide him on the way.

Chorus:
L.B.J. looks after me,
With Uncle Harold, Georgie Brown and Marshal Ky;
They have got me well protected from the mean and disaffected,
They're my buddies, and they're looking after me.

Thought is a delusion, it's injurious to health,
A barrier to peace of mind, an obstacle to wealth;
So when I find I'm thinking, to myself I firmly say:
ÔUncle Harold would not like it, nor would L.B.J.'
(chorus)

There's malcontents who say the Labour Party is a farce;
They say George Brown has got his nose stuck right up Lyndon's what-you-call-it ...
But Georgie likes his Kennomeat and Lyndon pays the fee
And what's good enough for Georgie Brown is good enough for me.
(chorus)

There's rumours that the Isle of Man's the latest candidate
For independent status - yes, they want a Manx Free State!
But I don't let it worry me nor spoil my pleasant dreams,
If things get out of hand they'll send United States marines.
(chorus)

This country isn't what it was, the place has gone to pot,
It's full of Pakistanis and West Indians, the lot!
They'd violate your mothers and your sisters they'd betray,
The only thing that stops them is the thought of L.B.J. (chorus)

While cowards flinch and traitors sneer at Uncle Harold's freeze,
They're only trying to drag our dear old country to its knees;
And B.M.C. shop stewards who dare to start a row
Are only secret agents in the pay of Chairman Mao.
(chorus)

Lyndon cannot bear to hear young children cry for bread,
This tender-hearted President would rather see 'em dead;
And so he has a few more thousand butchered every day:
And Harold's right there by his side explaining it away.
(chorus)

My advice to you is 'Never kick against the pricks';
Thought will overtax your brain and lead to Commie tricks;
But Uncle Harold's double-talk will soothe your fears away
And you'll maybe even be allowed to die for L.B.J.
(chorus)