The smouldering ruins of Gaza, where at least 91 Palestinians were killed in Israel’s latest airstrikes, are all that remain of yet another “peace plan” sold to the world by Donald Trump’s loud diplomacy. Israel calls it retaliation for Hamas killing a soldier. The world, however, can see it for what it is — another blood-soaked chapter in a book Trump once claimed to have rewritten with “the deal of the century.” And where is the self-proclaimed master of the art of peace? Hiding. Not in the Situation Room, not behind the lectern, but behind the curtain of silence, as the ashes of his failed vision scatter across Gaza. The man who once strutted about as the global peacemaker now watches his foreign policy dream burn — another casualty of his obsession with self-glorification over substance. Trump’s ego was always larger than his grasp of geopolitics. He prided himself on “stopping wars” — a total of eight, by his own dubious count. He even boasted of having prevented the “four-day war” between India and Pakistan, as if his tweets had stopped fighter jets mid-air. The truth, of course, is that America under Trump was a mere spectator when India pounded Pakistan’s terror bases to dust. The world watched India act decisively, not because of American diplomacy, but despite it. If anything, Trump’s self-congratulatory claims exposed just how irrelevant Washington had become in South Asia. The man who once fancied himself as the dealmaker of the century couldn’t broker a ceasefire between two nuclear powers — because neither needed him. India had its resolve; Pakistan had its comeuppance; Trump had his delusions. The same delusion now haunts the Middle East. Trump’s much-trumpeted “Abraham Accords” were never about peace — they were about optics. They ignored the central issue, sidelined the Palestinians, and pandered entirely to Israel’s political elite. Recognizing Jerusalem as Israel’s capital was not diplomacy; it was provocation dressed as vision. The so-called peace plan was nothing but an election-year gimmick sold to gullible audiences and cheerleading anchors.
Today’s massacre in Gaza is the natural consequence of that arrogance. The people dying under Israel’s bombs are not statistics — they are the collateral damage of Trump’s hollow triumphalism. His peace plan didn’t build bridges; it built walls, literal and diplomatic. It left behind rage, resentment, and ruin. And Trump, true to form, has nothing to say. No statements, no condolences, no tweets — just a cowardly silence. Because when reality intrudes, his showmanship collapses. The self-styled strongman suddenly looks weak, exposed, and irrelevant. At home, the façade isn’t holding either. His legal troubles are multiplying, and the U.S. courts have effectively torpedoed his farcical idea of running for a third presidential term. The law, it seems, still stands taller than Trump’s ego. The looming mid-term investigations and mounting indictments have left him cornered — a loud man silenced by his own misdeeds. The tragedy, however, is larger than Trump himself. America’s credibility as a moral and diplomatic power has been shredded. The world no longer looks to Washington for solutions; it braces for blunders. From Kabul to Gaza, Trump’s brand of transactional diplomacy has left chaos in its wake — a testament to how easily ego can masquerade as leadership. The collapse of the Israel-Hamas peace plan is not merely a Middle East story. It is the obituary of an era when America’s foreign policy was reduced to reality television — high on drama, low on depth, and utterly devoid of empathy. As Gaza buries its dead and Israel prepares for yet another round of vengeance, Trump’s “deal of the century” lies in the graveyard of broken promises. The man who once claimed to make peace with a pen has ended up staining history with blood. His peace was a mirage — dazzling from afar, but empty up close. And as the world moves on, one thing becomes clear: Donald Trump’s legacy will not be measured by the wars he claimed to prevent, but by the peace he failed to preserve.
