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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a quiet corner of the world, where shadows dance with illusions in steps of story, Every four years a desert dream is reborn, a dream that a gentle soul will come to soothe, The deep wounds of this world, but oh, what sweet deception, the sirens sing so sweetly, Drawing us into the depths of delusion, for the president, that puppeteer without strings, is just a face carved, In the sand of time, not chosen to lead, but to distract, to deceive our weary gaze, With false hopes, with promises that melt under the sun's rays, leaving only echoes. The world is run by unseen bureaucrats, by politicians with glass smiles, Where the ultimate goal is a frenetic dance, of production and consumption, We are caught in the whirlpool of desires that are not our own, a dance of others, And it is whispered to us that only those who rely on themselves, those who do not lose themselves in illusions, See the truth beyond the mask of power, are not enchanted by the gray temples, Of false wisdom or the mystical power of a voice that resounds deeply. They, the few, who do not seek support in others, but find within themselves springs of courage, See how the president becomes a broken mirror, of our fears and hopes, A controversial figure, fascinating through its contradictions, a master of outrage, A magician of attention, an illusionist of power without power, just a shadow in the moonlight. And in this theater of the absurd, where every choice is an act of faith, Every vote, a dream sold on the stall of empty promises, we ask ourselves, When will we open our eyes to see that we are the change that waits, Beyond the curtain of illusions lies a world waiting to be recreated, By our hands, by our unfettered will, by dreams that are not naive, But powerful, rising like a new morning in the light of truth.
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