American Dictator - the Wannabe King



He pounds the podium, raves and cries,

Spins his kingdom out of lies.

Crowned in gold inside his mind,

Yet truth and law, he leaves behind.


He calls the press the enemy,

Mocks the rule of democracy.

With clenched fist raised, he claims his throne,

A seat of power not his own.


Courts are rigged, the votes are fake,

His loss is more than he can take.

He twists the past, rewrites the scene,

A ruler made by broken dreams.


Yet power fades, the tide rolls back,

No scepter shields a heart so black.

A king he dreamed, but fate still sings—

No crown for liars, only strings.


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