Hollow leaders by Shikanu'

Hollow leaders by Shikanu' ©Copyright2026 We walk in line toward the great void, following a sign, a remote order. The one driving the cart doesn't see the road, but flaunts his status with Prada griffs. ​ They have smiles of plastic and wax, false promises on the evening news. ​Without stature, without a vision, they drag us into destruction. How can we hope for a safe harbor if we entrust the future to a cynical being? We entrust tomorrow to a trembling hand, while the abyss below is a disturbing abyss. ​Sovereign foolishness, crown of nothing, who will save these poor people? ​ There is no courage, no real substance, only an ungrammatical and awkward performance. Memoir ceremonies rolled by the wind, useless words if they don't guide the intent. ​ A void of values ​​weighs like a boulder, and rolls over the entire world like a malignant nightmare. We are hostages of a petty shadow, that dances happily on our ruin. ​ It's not fate, it's not bad luck, it's having mistaken a candle for the moon. We must detach ourselves from the greedy placenta, before the last light is extinguished. ​ Do we stand still and watch the end of the sea? Or will we have the courage to start again? Far from the leaders, empty sacks inhabited by no one... but like black holes already devouring someone. ​What salvation in a distant port, if the rudder is stuck in a fragile hand? We build tomorrow on a sandcastle, while the void calls us with an angry voice. Foolishness reigns, power is glass, it's time for a step that won't go back.