In lands of power, a cabal stands,
Their grip tightens o'er the sands,
A coterie, so vile and cruel,
Whose rule extends with iron tool.
Upon their strings, the papers dance,
Ink-stained puppets, in dark romance,
With sharpened quills, they pen their lies,
To fan the flames, and stoke the cries.
For war and ruin, they conspire,
To set the world's stage afire,
With whispered words and twisted truth,
They prey on minds, both old and youth.
These puppeteers, hearts of stone,
Their bloodstained hands, the world has known,
Yet, in their shadows, they remain,
As chaos reigns, and sorrows gain.
And as the drums of war resound,
The chains of strife grow more profound,
The Empire built on pain and dread,
Its subjects to the slaughter led.
Yet, hope remains, for those who see,
The truth behind this dark decree,
To stand against the tyrants' reign,
And break the chains, to breathe again.
Freedom
The Frontier Man
November 2023