May 8, 2025 – Eighty Years After War, Still Choosing Thrones

At 6:08 p.m., the crowd looks on,
“fumus albus“— thick and strong.
Sistine‘s roof, where smoke ascends,
A signal: power, that never ends.

“Habemus papam“ then rings aloud,
The vacancy‘s now sealed and done.
A man is crowned, the crowd is proud,
As if his rule were heaven’s son.

A billion souls to "Papa" sworn,
By cardinals in robes of red.
No woman spoke, no child took part,
Just old men choosing who’s ahead.

Eighty years since fire and steel, 
We swore we’d never kneel again. 
Yet here we crown another king, 
Who claims to speak for more than men.