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BE HUMBLE, AMERICA
America, the tides warned you. What rises must fall. The eagle taught you. Even the highest flight returns to the dust. Your season was long. Your shadow was wide. But every empire is a candle. And candles burn out. You called yourself father of the world— yet seldom wise, often proud, always loud in the theatre of war. You built power not with harmony, but with fire. Not with truth, but with thunder. From Asia to Europe, your fingerprints are on the ashes. Bombs you deny. Wars you ignite. All in the name of peace. But peace never recognized your hands. Japan remembers the sky splitting open. Ukraine remembers the whisper behind the guns. Gaza knows the price of your silence. America, you became a nation that feeds on conflict. A war-economy calling itself a dream. But dreams fade when other dreamers wake. China rises. Others follow. The world shifts while you cling to old crowns. Be humble now. For no empire can command the turning of time. And if you refuse the truth— history will drag it to your doorstep. Then you will wander like a blind man in a dark room, searching for a black cat that was never there. This is the sorrow of power. This is the fate of pride. America— bow to the wind. Your era is ending. Let wisdom lead what comes next.
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