This poem tells the haunting story of how silence and fear empower despots and tyrants to build fragile thrones, sacrificing freedom for control. Through the mysterious figure of a quiet piper, it envisions the subtle yet unstoppable dismantling of tyranny—without violence or fanfare—and the hope for a world where new maps guide future generations beyond borders and oppression.

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They tell us all to climb the tree,
To reach what hangs for all to see.
But though we stretch and though we try,
The fruit remains too far, too high.

A fox will feast, a lion dine,
While sparrows peck at crumbs and pine.
The branches bend for weight and pride,
But never lean to those outside.

We’re told, “Grow strong, and you may rise—
The climb is fair, the prize the prize.”
Yet roo...

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