General Discussion

A leader once bragged with bravado,
That the drugs he’d assist in their travel-o.
From the court’s witness stand,
Came a tale far from grand—
A narcostate’s bitter crescendo.

In New York, the prosecutors laid bare
How a president poisoned the air.
With cartels in cahoots,
And corruption that roots,
They claimed millions were made in his lair.

Forty-five years was the fate
That the judge for his crimes did create.
A conviction so vast,
Echoing shadows of past—
A landmark for justice and state.

But then came a twist most bizarre,
When a pardon sped in like a car.
A political storm,
Breaking every known norm,
Left observers just asking, “How far?”

For the tale says a friend whispered soft,
And a president’s judgment went aloft.
With a shrug and a grin,
Trump dove further in—
A decision critics labeled as “off.”

Outside courts, Hondurans cried loud,
Holding signs, standing firm, fiercely proud.
“No clemency!” they pled,
For the havoc long spread—
Justice fleeting, yet briefly allowed.

Now the story grows stranger each night,
As impulses outweigh the right.
With each reckless decree,
Comes a wave of unease—
And observers brace hard for the plight.

Some worry the lines have all blurred,
That no protest in power is heard.
If tomorrow grew grim,
And dissenters looked dim—
Would a single voice rise, undeterred?