On a silent night, under a leaden sky and hidden stars
On a silent night, under a leaden sky and hidden stars,
democracy, like a bird with broken wings, has long since faded, lost in echoes,
and the New World Order, like an unseen dragon, spreads its merciless claws,
in a world where humanity, like a tired boxer, has lost the final match.
In a shadowy corner, executive orders rise like steel phantoms,
the invisible hands of power, shaping governance like a ruthless sculptor,
while citizens, like wax puppets, dance to the tunes of illusions,
unaware that true power hides beneath layers of shadows and silence.
The mechanism, a sophisticated network of control, weaves its invisible web,
executive orders, the president's silent weapons, bypass Congress,
like serpents hissing through the thicket of laws, binding the nation with unseen chains,
and each signature, each decree, deepens the chasm between illusion and reality.
Behind closed doors, military influence spreads like a dense fog,
continuity of operations, a mask of national security, perpetuates the shadows of the past,
and defense strategies, like specters of past administrations, haunt the present,
maintaining power in secret, in a world where the light of truth barely flickers.
The appearance of democratic control, a fragile illusion, crumbles under the weight of lies,
Biden and the Democrats, merely actors on the stage of a shadow theater, where true power
hides in the intricate labyrinth of military control, beyond partisan politics,
and the military-industrial complex, like a leviathan, extends its tentacles into every corner of governance.
Americans, with their votes, believe they choose the direction of the country,
but behind the curtain, real power remains intact, perpetuating itself in silence,
and the illusion of change, like a beautiful dream, keeps them occupied, while real decisions
are made in the shadows, by unseen forces, by executive orders signed under the moonlight.
The future of American governance, a labyrinth of orders and emergency powers,
will increase the military's influence, and hidden power structures, like invisible fortresses,
will remain in place, while the public, struck by calamities, will struggle to survive,
and from catastrophe to catastrophe, from order to order, democracy will become just a memory.
Thus, in this world of shadows and silence, where the New World Order reigns mercilessly,
humanity, like a falling star, has lost its shine, and we remain to dream
of the days gone by, when democracy was a living flame, burning in our hearts,
but now, only poets, with their long and melancholic verses, can whisper the truth,
for only in their words, magic and hope still live, like a glimmer in the darkness.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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