History

Begs for

Its Sleep

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2025

History demands their rest,

But they haven’t slept in weeks.

Ever since

six-foot-two,

orange spray,

blond hair, blue eyes—

America’s most wanted,

a suspect offending the public,

He refuses to follow chain commands.

On this day,

1/30/2025,

blood stains on his hands

When aid froze.

Monstrous layoffs.

$45 million, day by day,

from taxpayers’ cash out.

$144 for every citizen, month to month.

$577 for the average family of four, every month.

While West

waves from

The river

beyond the lion’s

Seas,

Bank on

free healthcare,

Education

subsidized homes,

welfare programs.

Unfortunately,

Red, white, blue

Will be

Third world soon.

Stock crashes—

Of course,

It’s never his fault.

A man lost his job and pension

because he was too sick.

I would if his

Name on St. Nick’s

Christmas list

Therefore,

the future

could never reign.

Pale-faced man,

with his covered hand,

has stricken again.

Foolish one,

riding the stalemate plans.

In ten days, his experiences had failed

while commoners stand down,

observe his rich associates.

Sooner or later,

no smiles.

Similar to NFI—

No Friends Left.

The same way

they dish the subjects.

Just wait.

Very soon,

You shall see:

The rich blow out all candles,

which leaves them with empty plates.

History is tired

of hearing the same repeated story.

When will average individuals

Receive a sweet taste of glory?

History begs for its sleep…

To be continued.

Black Pearl

Spectrum Wave publishing

Copyright@2025