Rolph David
The Pragmatist's Paradox: Trump Through Machiavelli's Lens
Dieses Gedicht sieht Donald Trumps politische Person durch die Linse von Niccolò Machiavellis 12 Prinzipien aus Der Fürst. Es geht auf Trumps Einsatz von Manipulation, Anpassungsfähigkeit und Wahrnehmung ein, um seine Macht zu festigen, was mit Machiavellis Betonung auf die Bedeutung von List und das Ergreifen von Chancen übereinstimmt. Während Trump den machiavellistischen "neuen Fürsten" verkörpert, der durch persönlichen Erfolg anstatt durch Erbrecht aufsteigt, zeigen seine mangelnde langfristige Vision, die Missachtung von Beratern und seine Fähigkeit, Spaltung zu schüren, die Schwächen auf, die ihn daran hindern, Machiavellis Ideal eines stabilen und tugendhaften Herrschers zu erfüllen. Das Gedicht versucht hervorzuheben, wie Trumps Herrschaft Machiavellis Prinzipien widerspiegelt, von der Notwendigkeit, Furcht über Liebe zu stellen, bis hin zur Gefahr, den Rat erfahrener Strategen zu missachten. Es dient als Meditation über die Komplexität der Macht im modernen Zeitalter, betrachtet durch Machiavellis zeitlosen Rahmen.
Beneath the gilded name, a prince ascends,
With flair for spectacle and firm amends.
A modern player in a timeless game,
Where truth and power bear no single name.
The means he chooses often bend the moral line,
Deceit and bluster serve his grand design.
Yet statecraft’s higher good he sets aside,
For fame and fortune feed his boundless pride.
Perception proves his greatest, sharpest blade,
A showman’s charm, by which the crowd is swayed.
Through tweets and slogans, image holds its ground,
But trust, once lost, is rarely yet refound.
Adapt he does, as pressures shape his way,
Yet impulse scorches plans foresight might lay.
Each shifting stance betrays a restless soul,
Too short his vision for the broader whole.
Though feared by foes, respect he cannot claim,
For fear entwined with scorn inflames the same.
Divisive words ignite fresh fires of hate,
A fractious realm, the legacy of fate.
Advisors fall like leaves from autumn trees,
Unstable power crumbles by degrees.
No loyal army strengthens his domain,
Disdain for counsel marks his rule’s refrain.
A self-made prince, he spurns the noble line,
Through wealth and wit, he claims his chance to shine.
Yet breaking norms without enduring change,
Leaves systems brittle, fragile, and estranged.
Fortuna’s whims he seeks to seize with flair,
Yet squanders moments, caught in webs of care.
Where foresight falters, chaos thrives instead,
And rash decisions line the road ahead.
A Machiavellian prince, in part, he reigns,
Yet falters when confronted by just gains.
For cunning unrestrained by steady plan,
Leaves hollow thrones and fractured hearts of man.
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 23.01.2025.