Today’s NATO summit revealed a disturbing spectacle of sycophancy and shame, as Mark Rutte led 
the pack of European leaders groveling before Donald Trump. The excessive flattery lavished on the
so-called US president exposed a deep crisis of courage and integrity within Europe’s leadership. 
Instead of standing firm on values and principles, many bowed and smiled, sacrificing dignity for 
hollow approval. This spectacle was not just a diplomatic failure—it was a betrayal of the ideals NATO 
was built to defend.

They grinned for cameras, practiced, fake,
While Trump stood bloated, loud, opaque.
And Rutte, once thought sharp and wise,
Just chuckled low, with hollow eyes.
“I love this guy,” he said, all-in —
A smile stretched thin, a hollow grin.
As if our values bled no red —
As if no shame was to be said.

What filth. What gutless crawling trash.
A leader bowed to conman’s lash.
No strength, no stance — just lipstick masks,
Just hollow words and photo tasks.
Not bold, not brave — no backbone shown,
Just fingers clenched around a throne.
To please the fraud, they play along,
And hum the tune of power’s song.

In Den Haag fell the final wall,
They sold us cheap, they made us small.
For flattery, they lost their soul,
They played the part, they dug the hole.
Trump barked, and Rutte played the pet —
No line he dared or could forget.
Democracy stood gagged and bruised,
While Europe's pride was self-abused.

Trump doesn’t lead — he grunts and spits,
He bluffs, he breaks, he throws his fits.
And still, they nod with lifeless eyes,
They bow beneath his bloated lies.
A fraud made king through cowards’ cheers,
While Europe drowns in oily smears.
A treaty signed in fear and shame,
While no one dared to speak his name.

Orban — an autocrat — still showed more spine,
His glare cut through the party line.
At least he sees the clown for real,
Not drooling praise like trained grey seal.
Fico*, though soaked in filth and mud,
Would rather spit than kiss that crud.
Yet “statesmen” smiled and joined the queue,
To beg for scraps and say “me too.”

It’s not the war that brings us down,
It’s silence worn like velvet crown.
It's hands that shake with trembling grace,
While eyes avoid the mirror's face.
To disagree is not a sin,
But now they bite their tongues to win.
And every word they fail to say
Will haunt the night and curse the day.

Next time he comes with blazing fire,
With threats to drag us through the mire.
Will Rutte bow and lose his name?
Will Europe play the fearsome game?
Or will one voice rise up and scream:
You are the end, not some lost dream!
We won’t bow down, we won’t be tamed —
You are the one who should be shamed.

* Slovak Prime Minister Robert Fico did not attend the NATO summit on June 24–25 in The Hague, but his delegation did.