The Brawl in the White House

In the grand old house where deals are spun,
Two men clashed—one stood, one swung.
A fight of words, a war of will,
A moment tense, a silence killed.

One sought peace, with gold in hand,
A future built on solid land.
The other loomed, with narrowed eyes,
Demanding debts, demanding ties.

A second voice joined in the fray,
Two on one—a lopsided play.
A bully’s game, a power stance,
No room left for fair expanse.

Then came the press, the cameras rolled,
A circus staged, a drama sold.
The gamesman grinned, the ratings soared,
A spectacle the crowd adored.

But far away, where cannons sound,
Where frozen earth is battle ground,
Ukraine stands firm, but holds few cards,
Blood and metals, graveyard scars.

The first to stand, to push back strong,
Now smeared, now shamed, now cast as wrong.
Yet history marks the ones who dare,
Who speak, resist, and take the glare.