We didn’t crown a king that night.
We watched the numbers glitch and bite.
We watched the headlines twist and spin,
Declare a victor who didn’t win.
Smoke in the wires. Static in air.
Truth on a slab in the billionaire’s lair.
A child’s aside; unguarded, plain
Said what the adults dressed up in spin:
Without the money, without the machine,
The throne stays empty. He stays unseen.
Months of facts were tagged “insane,”
Filed as myth, dismissed as pain.
Screens went dark, then bent the knee,
Conspiracy branded as clarity.
Media mouths in synchronized choir,
Selling the spark while choking the fire.
We saw the seams beneath the show,
The puppet strings in undertow.
Power brokered in backroom glow,
Democracy staged for overflow.
Call it fraud or call it fate,
Call it greed that dressed as state.
But rot is rot in silk disguise,
And lies are lies in patriot ties.
America, this is your reckoning bell.
Submit to the circus, or rupture the spell.
Kneel to the noise, the gold-plated myth
Or rise like a bruise and answer with grit.
Gen-X raised on latchkey scars,
On Reagan nights and culture wars,
We know the taste of televised lies.
We’ve watched empires rot in real time.
You can sleep while the ceiling caves,
Trade your voice for curated graves.
Or force the exit. Shut it down.
Drag the paper tiger from the crown.
Because the world can see through it
The swagger thin, the empire counterfeit.
No matter how loud the anthem plays,
Illegitimacy bleeds through praise.
And history, cold and unsparing,
Doesn’t forget who chose despairing.
It carves in stone who stood, who hid;
Who swallowed fear. Who never did.
©️2026 Mary Robbins
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