The rise of hollow leaders,

Is the curse of a system built on lies.

In a world of endless money,

The loudest voice wins—

The one who promises the most,

With no thought for the cost.

Good and honest people fall behind,

For truth cannot compete with illusion.

The politician who speaks of limits,

Of living within our means,

Is drowned out by the one

Who offers more, always more.

And the people, blind to the theft,

Cheer for the promises they crave.

But each promise comes at a price,

Paid for by the value they hold in their hands.

Their wealth erodes with every pledge,

Yet they cannot see the cause.

The more that's promised,

The less they have—

But they don't connect the dots.

A responsible voice will never win

When fiat fuels the game.

For as long as money flows without end,

Those who promise most will rise,

And those who warn of limits

Will be cast aside, unheard, unseen.

Democracy becomes a race to the bottom,

Where truth is sacrificed for popularity.

Fiat is the engine of their power,

And the people pay the price—

With every vote cast in hope,

Their purchasing power fades.

The honest voices are lost in the noise,

While the liars thrive,

And the cycle repeats again.