A shadow falls across the earth,
Cast by the crown of ill-found birth.
A mind untethered, grasping might,
Blinds the dawn with endless night.
The halls of power, a fractured stage,
Where reason turns a bitter page.
With hurried whispers, laws are bent,
On fragile peace, a fury spent.
The fiery words, they stoke the fear,
To draw the line and hold it near.
The common ground begins to crack,
There is no turning, no turning back.
From poisoned pen to spoken threat,
The world holds breath, it is not safe yet.
A pawn is moved, a border strained,
By the decree of one insane.
For in the wake of ego vast,
The hope for quiet fades too fast.
And global safety hangs in air,
A whispered, frantic, silent prayer.
You can tell it isn’t one of mine really as it rhymes. Generated by Gemini. A bit cardboardy really.