Politics isn’t clean.
It’s not about truth.
It’s about timing,
Position,
And pressure.

You don’t have to like the game.
But if you don’t play it,
You’ll be played,
Used,
Discarded,
Silenced.

This isn’t a world
That rewards innocence.
It rewards control.

Power doesn’t wait
For the honest man
To figure it out.
It takes
What it wants,
Then writes the story
As if it were always justified.

You either move pieces
Or get moved.

You either strike
Or get struck.

Annihilate
Or be annihilated.

And don’t mistake silence for peace.
That silence?
It’s the sound of people
Being watched,
Named,
Counted,
Eliminated
Before they even realized
They were in the game.

They’ll say,
“Don’t be so political.”
But politics is the air you breathe,
The price of rice,
The weight of your passport,
The scream you’re not allowed to scream.

Play with strategy
Or be sacrificed without one.
Speak with purpose
Or be silenced with ease.

Because in this world,
If you don’t learn the game,
You’ll become someone else’s pawn.