Can You Feel It?
Every day, people get up and go.
They open their phones, pour coffee, and brace for the next punch.
Not panic. Just pressure.
An ache in your head. A weight on your shoulder.
For ten years, this hasn’t stopped.
The gaslighting. The shouting. The twisting of truth.
It’s been a decade-long nightmare, and we’ve all been through it.
Not because we’re weak.
But because we were strong.
Can You See It?
You can see it in the eyes.
Neighbors. Coworkers. Even strangers at the store.
That glossy look, like they’re watching the same continuous loop.
The same man.
The same lies.
The same escape from consequences.
And still we show up.
We vote. We march. We try to hold the line.
But some days, it’s hard to believe the line is still there.
Can You Hear It?
It’s in the background of everything now.
A roar that never stops.
Courtrooms. Commentators. Campaign rallies that feel like fever dreams.
He’s not on every channel, but he’s under every headline.
And even when he’s silent, the system echoes him.
Politicians mimic his grin.
Cowards parrot his script.
We hear him in the way truth is portrayed, and cruelty is spun.
We used to argue.
Now we try to endure the chatter.
Can You Smell It?
You know that smell in an old house —
of old, wet, rotten wood, with windows that can’t open.
Rot is hiding under patriotism.
Decay disguised as loyalty.
The scent of justice painted over.
And every time we think? The smell gets stronger.
Same stink.
Same man.
Still trying to sell us the same dream that only serves him.
Can You Taste It?
That bitter taste on your tongue
The hope of almost.
Almost held accountable.
Almost stopped.
Almost done.
But every time, he slips through.
Dodges justice. Reinvents the game.
And somehow, we’re still the ones left holding the bag.
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Can we wait for it?
Yes, we can…
Here’s the truth:
It is ending.
You can feel the shift. The old man is declining.
His crowds are smaller.
His laughs don’t land.
His threats sound empty now.
His grip has slipped — because of you.
Who didn’t give up?
Who kept voting, speaking, believing that our country was more than one man’s demented world.
You’ve been running on empty.
But you’re still here.
And that matters more than you know.
This doesn’t end in a parade.
It ends when we stop feeding the illusion.
And we are almost there.
Closing Truth
Wars haven’t lasted this long.
Recessions, strife, famines.
But this one might — if we let it.The weight is real.
The weariness is heavy.
But the end is not just inpossible —
It’s finally within reach.“Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness…”
“But you know, the darkest hour is always just before the dawn…”
