I feel cringed, I feel frustrated,
What else I could feel
What else I could feel
When we have a narcissist amidst
Ourselves dictating like a dictator.
The dictator doesn't see others
In the light of compassion,
Neither he does care what his
Rhetoric or words might provoke,
Often with devastating consequences
With potential for bloodshed or violence.
He is out there to create a new global order
By upending time-tested rules, ages of sagacity,
Years of protocols, decades of guard rails,
Only in the name of "My Ego First" policy.
His clownish consigliere corps clap
When they hear red meat nonsense from him,
Even if those may end up hurting themselves too.
The fidelity is obsessive, nay suicidal,
But the gullible will suffer at the end,
Their king will at the end appear like
A naked emperor without clothes,
With no regard for humanity, or even
His blind loyalists, because only thing the
Naked emperor cares about is
Himself and his dystopian rule.
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