fallen leader

In a nameless land, a shadow dwells, In a grey room, his story tells. A forged passport, a changed name, Hiding from the light, consumed by shame. Once a leader, powerful and grand, Now a fugitive, in a foreign land. A high-ranking official, a trusted hand, Now a ghost, lost in the shifting sand. His silence screams, a bitter truth, Of broken trust, and wasted youth. Billions vanished, a nation's cry, His escape, a poisoned lie. Bitter coffee, foreign news, A moldy room, where hope refuses. He stares at walls, his spirit frayed, By guilt and sin, a life betrayed.