The giants are stumbling, their empires unspooled,
Yet still they demand tribute from lands once ruled;
But the age of compliance is ash in the throat ....
No future is forged by the kneeling of hope.
So the middling powers, long silent, long still,
Now gather their sinew, their purpose, their will;
Not pawns in the crosswinds of tantrum and might,
But a fellowship tempered in principle’s light.
Let bullies grow louder, let markets convulse ....
We’ve weighed every offer and found them all false;
For the world that is coming will not be secured
By the timid, the tethered, the cheaply lured.
Autonomy rises where equals convene,
Where the small stand together, unbowed, unseen;
Where futures are hammered from courage and grit,
And no throne commands what free nations commit.
So carve out the doctrine in granite and flame:
We answer no master, we bend to no claim;
For the order now dying was never our own ....
And the one that is coming we’ll carve out of stone.
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22 January 2026