The betrayal cut deeper than the bullets
When the guardian becomes the assassin, who do you trust?
Traoré stared death in the face—and didn’t blink
This wasn’t politics. This was war in a suit
You could feel the air shift the moment the chief moved
Every hero’s journey is tested by fire—and bullets
A scene so intense, it felt too real
Power brings enemies disguised as allies
That room was supposed to be safe—it became a battlefield
Traoré keeps walking through hell like it’s home.