Political Stage

The world’s a battlefield, a restless stage, Politics a war, rage upon rage. Nations clash with words and might, Underneath the glare of a fractured light. Donald Trump, a seismic leap, A tempest roused from the deep. Voices thunder, crowds divide, Truth and lies in a tangled tide. An antichrist, some whisper low, Dark prophecies begin to grow. Fear and fire in the minds of men, History’s shadows rise again. North Korea, a loaded gun, Dictator’s moon eclipsing the sun. Rocket trails cut through the night, Power draped in nuclear fright. Europe stands on shifting sand, Borders blurred by a wary hand. Unity’s dream, a fragile glass, Cracks appear as ages pass. Leaders march to the drum of pride, While common hearts seek a place to hide. Peace a dream, war a dance, Hope the thinnest thread of chance. mj/2025