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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Power is never empty. It waits. To be taken. Or surrendered. The people choose. Then forget. And in forgetting, they kneel without knowing. For they are ruled— not by wisdom, but by hunger. Men without virtue rise. Not by merit. But by noise. They promise order. They deliver ruin. The crowd applauds. The state decays. A ruler without conscience is not a leader. He is a danger. For he fears no judgment. And respects no tomorrow. What is a nation in the hands of fools? A ship adrift in darkness. A march toward an unseen fall. Blood is spilled. Not for justice. But for illusion. They speak of democracy. Yet act as kings. They wear virtue as a mask— But beneath it: ambition. Control. Silence. Niccolò Machiavelli once warned: Power reveals the man. And now the mask has fallen. Donald Trump Benjamin Netanyahu Not as saviors. But as signs. Of something deeper. Something broken. For it is not they alone who shape the world— It is those who allow them to remain. Why trust the untrustworthy? Why follow the blind? A people that tolerates decay becomes part of it. Silence is consent. And consent is power. You ask why the world burns? Because a few decide— and the many watch in silence. But power can return. When minds awaken. When voices rise. The world is not theirs. It is ours. And it will be saved— or lost— By what we choose to tolerate.
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