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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They wear no crown, yet kings they reign, Invisible hands in shadowed domain. Their thrones are silence, veiled from sight— Yet nations move by whispered might. You vote, you cheer, you wave your flag, But strings are pulled beneath that rag. The leaders bow, the crowds applaud— But who commands? Not whom you laud. Money—their gospel, gold—their law, They script your fate with subtle claw. From towers high to beggar’s street, The world is ruled by the unseen elite. Foreign policy, war, and peace, Are carved in rooms where masks don’t cease. Decisions inked in midnight air— You’ll fight their wars, yet unaware. Trump or Biden, EU’s face, Are actors cast to play their place. The stage is dressed, the lights are on, But behind the scenes, the truth is gone. They own the banks, the food, the schools, They set the price, they write the rules. A web so vast, precise, and spun, No sovereign man escapes its run. Think twice before you claim you're free, When all your thoughts are fed by feed. The screens, the news, the books you read— All gardens grown from poisoned seed. You feel in charge—your vote, your voice— But all is shaped, you have no choice. They crafted dreams in which you live, And gave you just enough to give. They walk unseen, they toast with wine, As empires fall by grand design. And yet you sleep, and still believe, That freedom lives beneath your sleeve. Oh mourn, oh rise, or stay asleep, While wolves still herd the faithful sheep. The power you seek, the truth you crave— Is buried in the minds they’ve made.
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