Have you ever heard of the King? He does not wear a golden crown, but a tie of steel and sits on piles of banknotes. He speaks of democracy with a mouth full of laws penned by his advisors, while you decide your daily bread with the cold calculus of those who count only profits. His army? Mayors, managers, obedient journalists, and a parade of promises never kept. His wealth? It is not in palaces, but in our silences and the taxes we pay to keep him upright. But what would happen if we proved that his head is no longer an inviolable throne? If we took hold of the shears of indignation and severed that whim of power? Imagine a day when every citizen stands, not to elect a new scepter, but to break the chain of a privilege long stale. “Cut off the King’s head” is a symbolic gesture to free lost dignity, to bring sovereignty from those silent rooms to the beating heart of the square. It doesn’t require blood, only the truth shouted in chorus: “We are power!” “We are the voice that counts!” And when the King falls, we will not elect another like him, but discover that power lives within each of us: in the decision to demand justice, in the choice to break the silence, in the daily commitment to restore value to the right to be heard. “Cut off the King’s head” is not vengeance, but rebirth. It is the clean cut that separates power from arbitrariness, and returns our crown made of collective choices and shared responsibility. So, take the shears, trim away injustice, and with a single gesture rebuild a world where every head is free to look its own destiny in the eye.