While Trump Speaks of Palestine
While Trump proclaims a future state,
I scroll through ads that lie in wait—
“Dream job in Gulf!” they shine and tease,
But vanish like smoke in desert breeze.
He talks of peace, a world redefined,
While scammers prey on hearts inclined.
Their golden offers rot inside,
A baited hook, a hollow guide.
The world makes headlines, bold and grand,
While I get schemes not worth a strand.
No embassy calls, no flights, no gate—
Just promises dressed in clickbait fate.
So let them draft their future maps,
While I delete these silent traps.
And hope that one day, truth aligns—
In jobs and states and fairer signs.