A golden tower rises,
not from merit,but illusion.
He speaks,and the crowd sways,
not from wisdom,but spectacle.

Facts bruise his ego,
so they are cast aside
like leaves in a storm
of self-declared greatness.

He sees loyalty
as a mirror, not a bond;
break it,and the shards
become enemies.

In the hush of power,
he hears only applause,
even when the world
cracks beneath the weight
of his delusion.

A stage is built,
not for the nation,
but for the drama
of one man's craving
for endless eyes
and hollow cheers.

History watches
with a frown,
waiting to inscribe
this fevered chapter
with the ink of consequence.