There was a man who called everything fake,
Except the notion that he was seeking peace;
He was selling that to win a big prize
To be adorned at his big, white castle
On which he built a ‘uge hall for a king
To size down all the leaders of the world.
He made no secret he envied the world
And that his confidence was really fake.
First, he lived in a land that had no king
And the last leader already won peace
And respect from within the same castle—
Really a house entrusted, not a prize.
Still, the faux king wanted his phony prize
So he could show it off to the whole world
While owning the fools from his white castle
And calling all his opposition fake.
He yells and screams—calls names—while claiming peace.
After all, he thinks it’s good to be the king.
And here’s the thing about this gaudy king,
He couldn’t let go of wanting that prize.
Assaulting his allies—his form of peace—
And imposing terror on the whole world,
Which he also decided to call fake
While playing king in a big, white castle.
“No one else should live in my white castle,”
Said the large, dodgy-topped, make-believe king.
So he deemed all other elections fake
And said that only he could win the prize
That had been stolen from him by the world.
Only war would help him restore the peace.
But he figured nobody wanted peace.
They protested—he watched from his castle—
Their insolence seen all around the world.
He ordered them killed, to prove he was king,
By ice harvesters given a huge prize
To show the world he really wasn’t fake.
Right there in the world of the mimic king,
Where they’re selling peace and death is the prize—
Outside the castle—hope resists the fake.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January ??, 2026.
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A story thinly cloaked and familiar. A sad story Tristan.
Yes. A very sad story, indeed! Thank you, my dear friend! Glad it delivered! 🌹🙏🖤🕯️🐦⬛
You are most welcome Tristan
Does someone else we know live in Glug Castle?! lol.
Yes! We know a one or 4 more who live in Glug Castle, and a few more than that who are winning glugs over at the Glug-Glug Center for Performing Glugs...now, in part, named after the main glugger himself. Quite the spectacle! Hahahaha!
In our day and age, the very thought of having someone in any castle or white house that inspires good is clearly a dream. Another one that made. Me chuckle because of the irony you so beautifully disguise, ( get rid of Trump and all the rest who don't give a toss about true democracy) 🤣
For real! 💯 Glad it delivered, my friend...and yes, exactly. For all the talk of deporting people...did anyone think to deport them? I hear Russia has their kind of climate! 🤷♂️🤣
At first I couldn’t for the life of me work out who might be in your sights here, Tristan. But then as I watched you carefully delineate the circumstances, I occurred to me: Humpty Dumpty. So I await now with the greatest anticipation the Great Fall…
Hahaha! 😝 Humpty Dumpty indeed! Glad it delivered. Always thankful for your time and thoughts, my friend. 🏰🕯️👁️🙏
I`m glad (from what I`ve heard) that his father wasn`t my father.
Btw, Tristan, have you heard "Money Game Part 3" by an artist called Ren?
Mutley. 💯 Me too...from what i've heard, as well. And no, I hadn’t heard Money Game Part 3 before this…but given the themes you’re circling, I’m glad you pointed me there. Always appreciate it, my friend. 🏰🕯️👁️🙏
This reads like a dark fable—satire sharpened into a full-blown cautionary tale.
The repetition of the white castle and fake peace drives the absurdity home while keeping the critique biting and human.
Thomas, calling this a dark fable feels exactly right. The repetition of the white castle and the language of fake peace were meant to press in on the absurdity for sure…satire sharpened, but still grounded in people and consequence. Thank you for reading it with that depth, my friend. Always appreciated. 🏰🕯️👁️🙏
...And the Ivory abode
of the might King sheds tears
for He has sodomized her
dignity to shreds.
the lines above popped up in my mind when I was reading your poem - a powerful write.
My friend, those lines you shared are stark and unsettling in the right way. “Ivory abode” becoming a site of grief and desecration cuts straight to the heart of what unchecked power does. I’m honored the poem stirred that response in you. Truly appreciate your presence here. 🏰🕯️👁️🙏
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