Silence of Liberty: O Trump...
A storm moves not with thunder loud,
But in the whisper of shifting vows.
Once a man stood bold on trade and coin,
Now bends beneath the masters’ brow.
O Trump—who once decried the war,
Spoke of peace behind gilded doors,
Now shadows stretch from desert flame,
And freedom weeps beneath the roar.
The markets shudder, coins run dry,
Dreams of youth dissolve in lies.
Business halted by the cannon’s breath,
Crypto crushed in global debt.
No justice lives in bombs disguised,
No honor dwells where truth has died.
When power kneels to ancient hate,
The world must watch—and contemplate.
America, what do you seek to be?
A beacon bright—or blind decree?
When force becomes the only tongue,
Then silence too becomes a gun.