The Prince of Our Age

O Trump, bold Prince, who stirs the crowd, With thunderous voice, both fierce and loud, You grasp the reins where power flows, A lion’s heart that fiercely grows. In towers tall and gilded halls, You stand where empires rise and fall, A master of the public gaze, You walk through fire, yet set ablaze. Your words, like arrows, pierce the veil, To rouse the strong, to shake the frail, A leader shaped by modern strife, You wield your will to guard your life. Yet heed this truth from ancient lore, No throne endures by wrath and roar— The wise embrace both strength and grace, And temper power with humble face. To rule is not to crush and break, But bend the will for common sake, The prince who listens, learns, and bends, Secures his realm beyond the ends. So, Trump, O prince of storm and fame, Not all the battles need a flame, The greatest kings, in shadows deep, Are those who sow what others reap. Command your fate with steady hand, And lead with wisdom’s subtle brand, For power’s path is thin and steep— The vigilant shall truly keep.