Faith in False Kings
You call them leaders.
They arrive as liars.
They leave as criminals.
They promise greatness.
You believe.
They promise change.
You believe again.
Is America great?
Is Europe honest?
Is Africa free?
Every continent—
the same deception.
Their lies are sweet
because you taste them
with closed eyes.
Institutions have fallen.
Not by force—
but by ignorance.
We crowned actors.
Not realists.
Not truth-tellers.
How can a man lead you
when he cannot lead himself?
How can a nation trust thieves
with its future?
The rich evade tax.
The government smiles.
The poor pay the price.
Your sacrifice feeds their luxury.
In parliaments,
in congresses,
in the United Nations hall—
theatre.
Nothing more.
Their speeches—
calculated lies.
Their promises—
weapons of comfort.
Poverty is engineered.
Misery is profitable.
Your worship
is their power.
They mastered deception.
You mastered obedience.
Look closely:
What we call “global leadership”
is a monument
built on crime.
Wake up.
False kings rule you—
because you let them.
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