Waterloo Vs Iran napoleon Vs Trump Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The Comic Hat, a mighty name,
Across old Europe, spread his flame.
He marched and fought, a winning streak,
Until at Waterloo, so bleak.
His pride, his reach, too far had gone,
The field was lost, the battle done.

Now towers high, a different man,
With golden hair, a forceful plan.
He speaks of strength, of deals so grand,
A different foe, a desert land.
Iran's the name, the tension tight,
A sudden spark, a burning light.

Like Bonaparte, he bends the rules,
Ignoring whispers from the fools.
He seeks a win, a mighty show,
But paths to glory, dangers know.
Will hubris blind, will pride take hold?
A Waterloo, a story told?

The desert sands, a different stage,
For power plays, and bitter rage.
One misstep now, a world undone,
A legacy begun, then outrun.
Will echoes sound, of fields of old,
Another leader, losing hold?