Ode to our Third World President

Shifting sands of the Outer Banks, NC

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.