Israel rule America,
I entered the Capitol.
I saw men who rule
without sitting on thrones.
Their hands were empty,
yet their commands were full.
America acts,
but does not decide.
Orders travel
faster than conscience.
I looked into the eyes
of the Prince.
I saw not a man,
but an echo.
He spoke,
yet another voice
moved his tongue.
Alliances became chains.
Protection became obedience.
The state served
what it did not govern.
Europe followed,
heads bowed politely.
Payrolls replace principles.
Silence replaces courage.
An empire rarely conquers
with soldiers.
It conquers with debts,
favors,
and fear.
The people sleep,
trusting masks.
When they wake,
the state is hollow.
Machiavelli warned:
power survives
only while it appears legitimate.
When trust dies,
even gold cannot rule.
If the hidden crown
wishes to endure,
it must choose harmony
over domination.
For no power survives
once it is seen.
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