As the Trump-Musk regime steers the U.S. into the arms of dictators, Europe stands at a crossroads. 
This poem is an outcry against betrayal, against backroom deals that sell out Ukraine, against the glee 
of China as it eyes Taiwan, and against the creeping infection of authoritarianism within Europe's own 
borders. Curtis Yarvin’s sick vision—a world where democracy is crushed under the boot of a single 
ruler—now finds its champions in Trump and Musk. Their goal is clear: to dismantle the old order, 
silence opposition, and reshape the U.S. into a dictatorship that stands with Russia and China, 
not democratic Europe.


They whisper deals in desert halls*,
Where oil-stained hands erase the calls
Of those who bled to stand their ground,
While tyrants grin and wealth is crowned.

No chair for Europe at the feast,
Just bills to pay when war has ceased.
The thief decides what land remains,
What broken homes, what rusted chains.

A bargain struck with Putin’s men,
For stolen mines and soil again.
While Ukraine’s cries are locked outside,
Their dreams dismissed, their voice denied.

A madman’s notes, a theorist’s dream,
Now pulsing through the new regime.
Where kings return and people kneel,
And steel-clad fists replace appeal.

Yarvin’s words, a fevered script,
Where ballots burn and law is stripped.
The strong shall rule, the weak obey,
A throne for one—no need for say.

The Far East grins with hungry eyes,
As Taiwan trembles, oceans rise.
For if the West is torn apart,
What stops the dagger at its heart?

Now Europe, do not bow nor bend,
Do not mistake brute force for friend.
The path is drawn—choose well, stand tall,
Or watch your house begin to fall.

Unite in strength, let tyrants choke,
Let ballots break the liar’s yoke.
No servile nod, no tail held high,
But justice served—resist, defy!

*The negotiations on Ukraine are taking place in Saudi Arabia.