A dark reckoning with modern tyranny—this poem wants to expose two men who poison the world with greed and destruction. One plays the ruler, the other corrupts the discourse, both united in their pursuit of total control. Nature withers, truth is erased, and a submissive people remain silent—but there is an antidote. A searing call to resistance: brutal, unflinching, urgent.
 

He builds his throne on ash and grime,
A tyrant steeped in filth and crime.
The rich applaud, the weak obey,
As honour bends and rots away.

His mouth pours bile, his hands destroy,
He treats the world as if a toy.
Through poisoned fields and burning seas,
He spreads his rule like foul disease.

The rivers choke, the skies turn black,
His factories belch—no turning back.
He feeds his folk on tainted lies,
And poisons truth until it dies.

Beside him grins a tech-clad ghoul,
Who plays the fool but hoards the jewel.
He sells the stars, yet props the throne,
And claims the world should be his own.

Together, they infect the land,
With greed-wrought chains and iron hand.
Their wealth is theft, their word is stain,
Yet cowards kneel and bear the chain.

But silence lets their toxins spread,
And fear keeps justice cold and dead.
The antidote is steel and will—
A voice that shouts, a hand to kill.

No more shall tyrants feast and thrive,
Rise up, resist—tear down, survive.
Their towers fall, their rule must end—
Or else the world will break, not bend.