This poem tries to explore the personal and societal consequences of living under a prospecitve dictatorship, where the truth is silenced, and freedom of the press is crushed. Through the fate of figures like Jim Acosta, the poem reflects on the heavy price of speaking out against tyranny and the loss of voice in a world where obedience reigns. A stark warning of what happens when dissent is erased and power goes unchecked.

They strip the truth from every page,
replace the strong, lock up the "sage".
The questions fade, the voices cease,
and fear is sold as perfect peace.

They fill each seat with hollow men,
who bow in silence, again and again.
No challenge left, no fight remains,
obedience locked in iron chains.

The screens all praise, the papers lie,
the cameras tilt to meet his eye.
No word of doubt, no voice of blame,
just scripted lines that chant his name.

Acosta* falls, the press denied,
his voice, a casualty of pride.
One by one, the rights depart,
a silence creeps through mind and heart.

And when the final bell shall sound,
who will speak, when none are found?

*Jim Acosta has been with CNN since 2007 and has been a critic of Trump from the start. Now he has been forced to resign in a roundabout way because the network does not want to tolerate Trump criticism for fear of Trump's revenge. This is a slap in the face for freedom of the press and freedom of opinion and cannot be justified by anything. Shame on CNN! Shame on all those who bow down to tyrants and give in to them unchallenged!