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
Copyright © Mintra Mankasingh | Year Posted 2025
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