In marble halls where power dwells, soft whispers weave their lies,
The gravest threat wears no disguise—yet lurks behind our very eyes.
While legions march on far-flung shores with banners raised to the sky,
The deadliest foe grins patient here, as patriots are led to die.

He speaks our tongue, knows well our fears, our dreams, our secret shame,
He quotes our fathers’ noblest words, yet cloaks his greed in freedom’s name.
From boardroom glare to shadowed booths, his venom threads the dark,
Through glowing screens and gilded lies, he snuffs out reason’s spark.

“The system’s rigged,” he murmurs low, “your neighbors are your foes,
The truth is mine to grant you now—forsake what once you chose.”
He twists the ties of blood and trust into coils of razored wire,
Turns hearths once warm with common cause to ash upon a funeral pyre.

Shared prayers turn into battlefields, old songs sow seeds of strife,
Familiar streets grow strange and cold, as if they’ve lost their life.
The traitor grins, his coffers swell, while freedom withers within his reach,
And chaos swallows sacred truths we once thought none could breach.

No foreign army could achieve what he has conspired to seize:
To make a people doubt themselves, bring nations to their knees.
When eyes distrust the truths they’ve seen, and minds the facts they know,
Then pillars crack, and empires fall — thus every republic goes.

The murderer may claim one life, his tally grim but clear,
Yet he who slays our common ground leaves millions gripped by fear.
And while we rail at shadows far and cast our blame about,
The deadliest danger walks within, spinning endless threads of doubt.

The final light of reason dims, no truth left to defend,
The halls once echoing with debate now grow silent to their end.
Where justice wears a traitor’s smile, and lies hold proud domain,
Truth rests beneath a tattered flag, its final honor slain.