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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required O Council of marble halls and hollow oaths, the world is asking: whom do you save? Are you not but a lion, toothless and tamed, pretending to defend the pride, while the hyenas feast in your shadow? We have seen your silence dressed in law: in Baghdad’s burning, in Tripoli’s ruins, in the shattered homes of Gaza. Your chambers echoed with speeches, but your gavel struck only air. The powerful spoke, and you bowed, their crimes baptized with your silence. If peace was truly your crown, would children lie unburied beneath collapsed stone? Would nations bleed while you debated the price of their agony? Nay—your throne is not of justice, but of compromise with evil. You are not a council, but a marketplace where the rich purchase the right to destroy. Tell me, O guardians of nothing, is sovereignty now for sale? Is humanity a currency, traded in the corridors of New York? Your veto is not a shield— it is a dagger, plunged into the hearts of the weak. O nations of the Global South, how long will you kneel before ghosts? How long will you believe that justice will be delivered from the same hand that shackles you? Withdraw, break the chains of illusion. Build a covenant not of domination, but of dignity— a true assembly of mankind, born not from the ashes of empire, but from the fire of justice. For the world does not need a toothless lion roaring for show. The world needs a sword of light, a covenant of equals, where no child’s blood is deemed cheap, and no nation’s grief is buried beneath vetoes. The Security Council has spoken in silence, and its silence condemns it. Its stage is set, its mask unveiled— not a guardian, but a conspirator. And so the question remains, echoing through broken streets and ruined skies: Whom do you save? But hear this prophecy— your empire of glass shall shatter, your halls shall echo with dust, and a new covenant shall rise from your ruin. For the lion without teeth shall be devoured by the very prey it failed to defend. History will not forgive you. And tomorrow, the world will move on without you.
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