Jesters Crown

By Bob W Christian

 

In this relentless circus of headlines and chaos,

A tweet isn’t just a tweet, it’s a Molotov cocktail;

Igniting wildfires in the minds of millions.

And there he stands, the world’s biggest victim and victor.

A jester with a crown, screaming injustice at every trial,

Trials that flicker, fade, then explode again.

Witch hunts, they call them. Justice wrapped in a shroud of spectacle.

Still, he wears resilience like a badge;

A fortress against the barrage of scrutiny.

 

In this landscape, this barren wasteland of soundbites,

Where leadership’s been bought and sold like cheap perfume

He stands: scapegoat and king.

A smudge of division across the canvas of humanity.

Yet he claims the stage,

A marionette controlled by other hands,

Reflecting us back at ourselves.

And it’s ugly. It’s raw.

The tapestry of humanity shredding at the seams.

 

Forget the policies, forget the platforms.

This is about the soul of the office,

The gravity of every word hurled into the void.

Each rally cry reverberating, breaking glass ceilings.

Echoes that remind us power is a tool,

Capable of more than constructing walls.

Capable of bridging chasms;

Of stitching together the wounds that fester

If we dare to look past the glittering spectacle.

 

The stage is a battlefield of bravado,

Lines aren’t just drawn, they’re chiselled into stone.

Fragmenting unity’s fragile foundation.

This twisted game of thrones,

Where empathy is slaughtered on the altar of ego,

We yearn for a leader, not a puppet.

Someone who can rise above the noise,

To hold space for every voice;

To be the light in this suffocating darkness.

 

We deserve more than a cartoonish figure,

More than a leader swathed in fear and loathing.

We need someone who listens – really listens,

Who builds bridges, with hands wide open,

Who feels the pulse of our collective heart,

Not from a gilded throne, but with the earth beneath their toes.

We reach for a future where every heartbeat counts,

Where we stand, not in judgment, but in unity.

Embracing the raw, beautiful possibility of connection,

In a world where everyone belongs.

(c)BobChristian

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