A Priceless Silence

Title: A Priceless Silence

In realms of power, where riches do reside,
A question lingers, floating far and wide:
Is there a sum, a wealth untold and grand,
That could quell the words that flow, unplanned?

A boisterous voice, as potent as the wind,
Commands attention, falsehoods gently thinned.
But hark! Is there a price, however large,
To temper the tongue, restrain the barrage?

Could gold and silver, a brimming treasure chest,
Buy quietude, a moment of sweet rest?
The Slatest questions, as whispers intertwine,
If financial might could tame the impulsive line.

Yet what currency shall tame a fiery soul,
When ego reigns, ambition takes its toll?
For power’s thirst, insatiable it seems,
Evades the bounds of gold’s eternal dreams.

To silence Trump, an enigma in its right,
A conundrum born in shadows of the night.
No wealth, it seems, could muzzle his decree,
For truth and honor hold no price, truly.

Instead, let wisdom be our saving grace,
To navigate this tempestuous place.
Let words of reason, kindness, and resolve,
Stand strong against the chaos, and evolve.

Silence, it seems, is not for sale, my friend,
But rather earned through character, in the end.
True wealth lies not in money’s fickle sway,
But in the virtues we uphold each passing day.

Keywords: Trump, money, silence, power, wealth, wisdom.