Dictators, the evil narcissists that rule the world.
They wear the mask of nationalism,
but beneath it--
hunger for control,
a thirst never quenched.

Putin redraws borders with blood,
waging wars for glory
as mothers bury sons beneath flags
they no longer trust.
He smiles in the smoke,
untouched by the fire he spreads.

Trump stirs chaos with words,
not a tyrant in uniform,
but one who poisons minds
with lies repeated until truth forgets itself.
He shouts of freedom
while tightening the noose of division.

Xi Jinping watches in silence,
surveillance woven into the very air.
His empire is quiet,
but the silence is loud with fear.
Culture erased,
dissent disappeared,
history written to serve his name.

And still the world spins---
tired,aching,
heavy with the weight of their ambitions.

People march,
shout,
resist,
and are crushed like whispers.

Dictators,the evil narcissists that rule the world---
they do not lead.
They consume.

But even shadows retreat
when the people rise.