THE KING of KINGS JUST TOUCHED DOWN IN SAUDI ARABIA

By Dr. Bilal Ahmad Bhat, for Three Circle

The King of Kings just touched down, bold and bright,
In desert lands bathed in regal light.
Not gold, not red, nor blue so stark—
But purple blazed the royal mark.

Purple tie.
Purple stairs.
Purple carpet laid with global stares.
This is no mere greeting glance,
This is power’s measured dance.

Not a photo op. Not pageantry.
This is command, stamped visibly.
A signal loud, beyond disguise—
Dominion born beneath desert skies.

Trump didn’t walk—he descended, crowned,
Like thunder rolling across the ground.
Not a guest, but sovereign flame,
Returned to stake a higher claim.

Each step—a page in history turned,
Each glance—a signal, cold and burned.
The Saudis bowed with subtle might,
Acknowledging the shifting light.

This isn’t pomp.
This isn’t grace.
This is a reordering taking place.

For those in Rio Linda: hear—
This moment’s optics are crystal clear.
The [Old Guard] fades, its time is done,
A new dominion has begun.

Power now reshapes its lines,
Old alliances fall like broken signs.
The throne of influence spins anew—
And purple marks the chosen few.

This is reset. This is realign.
This is the writing across the spine
Of global scripts now being redrawn—
Where sovereign will and force are sworn.

Every handshake, every stare,
Says “We are done pretending fair.”
This isn’t soft diplomacy—
This is raw supremacy.

The oil-rich sands, the silent deals,
Now quake beneath unspoken seals.
One man lands—empires shift,
Continents feel the power lift.

From Riyadh’s gates to D.C.’s halls,
From golden towers to marble walls,
This message flies like eagle’s cry—
Old ways must bow or bleed and die.

The moment is not lost in sound,
Nor blurred by those who spin it down.
History etched this in her saga—
THE KING of KINGS JUST TOUCHED DOWN IN SAUDI ARABIA.

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