On June 14, 2025, Donald Trump turns 79 and demands a military parade for himself—echoing
 authoritarian shows, not democratic traditions. This coincides with the U.S. Army’s 250th 
anniversary, overshadowed by his personal spectacle. The same day marks 40 years since 
the Schengen Agreement, Europe’s promise of free movement now challenged by rising border 
controls. Meanwhile, protests in Los Angeles highlight tensions over undocumented migrants. 
These events reveal a world at a crossroads between freedom, power, and division.

He stands alone; the generals form their row.
Their silence speaks what none would dare to show.
A birthday crowned with tanks and marching feet—
Not for the country, but his own conceit.

Two hundred fifty years the Army grew,
Through wars abroad and bitter trials anew.
Yet now, the rifles point not out, but in,
As flags salute the pride, not discipline.

Four decades past, a border ceased to be—
A pledge to move through Europe, proud and free.
But fences rise where once the trust was sworn,
And laws retreat where freedom had been born.

In L.A.'s heat, the crowds begin to swell,
With voices raised in protest, pain, and yell.
The papers call them “others,” not their own—
A thousand souls still nameless and alone.