Ode to our Third World President
Dark Version (showing destruction of lies)
At first it was a whisper small:
I didn’t break the glass.
A simple dodge, a minor tale,
That quietly could pass.
But lies, they breed like shadows do,
Expanding without end.
Soon I was weaving tangled webs
That even trapped a friend.
I told them I was faithful still,
While nights betrayed my vow.
The truth lay buried, gasping deep—
But I denied it now.
Then larger yet: I saved the town,
I never lit the flame.
But ashes choked the midnight air,
And all that bore my name.
A liar grows his empire vast,
With towers built on sand.
And when it falls, the ruins show
His lies consumed the land.
