Kingdom of Silence

In gilded halls where oil flows deep, The people toil, the royals reap. Voices muffled, dreams erased, Truth walks veiled, and fear is laced. A pen once bold, a voice so clear— Khashoggi spoke, then disappeared. "Even princes taste the whip," He warned before they sank his ship. The riches lie in chosen hands, While common blood dries in the sands. A crown of gold, but hearts of stone— No justice lives beneath this throne. But silence cracks beneath the strain, And storm-clouds gather in the plain. For tyranny, no shield can keep When waking lions cease to sleep. One spark, one cry, one final shove— And kings may fall from skies above. What’s built on fear cannot survive When truth and fire come alive.