Davos
I saw them.
Not as leaders—
as mirrors.
Davos is not a summit.
It is a battlefield of egos.
Trump spoke alone.
A monologue.
Because power does not debate.
Europe listened.
Smiling.
Wounded.
The man who promised peace
now rehearses war.
Not because he changed—
but because the stage demanded it.
Do not hate him, allies.
Study him.
He is your teacher.
He revealed
that love is rented.
Fear is owned.
Machiavelli warned you.
Better to be feared than loved.
Trump only obeyed the text.
A ruler must appear virtuous,
yet abandon virtue
when the state trembles.
Mercy, faith, honesty—
luxuries
when power is at risk.
You built this logic.
You polished it.
You exported it.
“The end justifies the means”
did not begin with Trump.
It built your banks.
Your neutrality.
Your silence.
Do not point fingers.
You trained the hand.
You dug the pit.
He fell in—
and dragged you with him.
Trump is not the disease.
He is the symptom.
Your rolling stone
has rolled back.
And now
you recognize your reflection
too late.
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