(A Confession in Pride and Silence)
Tempus lucrandi, et tempus abscondendi.
We took when the coffers were full, and we took when they were empty.
We hid behind committees, resolutions, and ribbon-cuttings.
What is theft, if made to look like service?
Tempus mentiendi, et tempus silentii.
Truth is a tool, and silence is gold — we mastered both.
Our names etched on schools we never built,
our faces smiling beside bridges that only lead to ruin.
Tempus regnandi, et tempus hereditatem tradendi.
Power is legacy, not morality.
We raised sons to inherit our thrones,
trained daughters to smile through audits.
Tempus donandi, sed pro mercede.
Ayuda today, allegiance tomorrow.
We fed the people just enough to keep them kneeling.
Tempus simulandi iustitiam.
Courts danced to our tune.
The law? A show.
The judge? A guest in our banquet.
Et si venit iudicium…
...we shall be buried heroes.
The poor shall weep — not from love, but from habit.
With BAI CGT & SDV/FSP
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
(A Confession in Pride and Silence)
Tempus lucrandi, et tempus abscondendi.
We took when the coffers were full, and we took when they were empty.
We hid behind committees, resolutions, and ribbon-cuttings.
What is theft, if made to look like service?
Tempus mentiendi, et tempus silentii.
Truth is a tool, and silence is gold — we mastered both.
Our names etched on schools we never built,
our faces smiling beside bridges that only lead to ruin.
Tempus regnandi, et tempus hereditatem tradendi.
Power is legacy, not morality.
We raised sons to inherit our thrones,
trained daughters to smile through audits.
Tempus donandi, sed pro mercede.
Ayuda today, allegiance tomorrow.
We fed the people just enough to keep them kneeling.
Tempus simulandi iustitiam.
Courts danced to our tune.
The law? A show.
The judge? A guest in our banquet.
Et si venit iudicium…
...we shall be buried heroes.
The poor shall weep — not from love, but from habit.
With BAI CGT & SDV/FSP
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