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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