Q posts for 11/29/xx

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In whispered halls where secrets creep,
A shadowed cabal, their promises deep,
In the corridors of power, they weave their spell,
Underneath the surface, where the silent dwell.

With smiling masks and glinting eyes,
They paint their motives in righteous guise,
Yet beneath the surface of virtue's art,
Lurks the cold ambition that tears us apart.

They bide their time in shadows cast,
Crafting a future, their vision vast,
A world where whispers drown the cries,
Of those who seek truth beneath the lies.

Children’s laughter, a precious pawn,
In the game of tyranny, so subtly drawn,
They wield the innocents like cards in a play,
Conceiving a dawn that darkens the day.

With dollars and cents, they spin their web,
Enticing masses with promises fed,
The value of life reduced to mere trade,
A currency of fear that’s artfully laid.

For every promise they boldly bestow,
There's a price in silence that few ever know,
Behind the curtain, where power resides,
A ruthless agenda that never subsides.

But the hearts of the many, though weary and worn,
Can ignite a flame from the darkest scorn,
For when we unite, their shadows will wane,
In the light of truth, we’ll break every chain.

So let us stand firm, let our voices be clear,
For tyranny falters when courage draws near,
With love for our children, we’ll reclaim the fight,
Against the shadows that steal forth the light.