The jester’s mask lies shattered on the floor,
Laughter muzzled, swept from every corridor.
They crowned the king; his word now law—
The comic tongue recoils in awe.

Networks kneel on a shackled stage,
Their screens enslaved to a tyrant’s rage.
Each heart shrinks as jest is banned—
Ovations dissolve from empty hands.

A president, immune, applauds,
His shadow stretching past the laws.
With “dictator for a day” pronounced,
The headlines choke—dissent denounced.

A country once hailed as free,
Now kneels before its monarchy.
The rule of law replaced instead
By justice staged and freedoms bled.

So let the jester’s voice be banned,
His mockery forever damned.
For what’s a king if not divine?—
No questions asked, by state design.

The laughter curdles into fear;
“Free speech” means silence here.
The punchline’s buried, deep and stark—
A nation gagged. The joke’s gone dark.