Idiots in Power
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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