Today's leaders

From ashes of pain, true leaders rise, Forged in struggle’s unyielding cries. Yet now, from gilded thrones of greed, False prophets spawn, with lies they breed. They weave deceit, a cunning art, To hijack souls and rend the heart. Using hired blades and looted dimes, They buy men to side their evil dreams Behind a flag, their falsehoods creep, While nation bleeds and victims weep. they wear a tearful mask in public to trap They toast with scorn still pretend saints , They preach of pride, to draw borders red, holding nationalism drawing swords , With gods they raise divisive flags, demanding more blood for their political zigzags. Their minions sow yet viler lies, To reap the votes that death devise. As tears cascade through broken towns, They laugh on stages holding cruel schemes.