Dumb showed its face, protesting for the beast of the hour..
To some a disgrace.
To others a show of power..
Hiding behind a wall of outraged:
What is truth?
The stage is set;
come on Aussies, place your bet -
In the green corner: naive at best; puppets with a crown; black arts, bleeding hearts; eager to defend: prayers gone out on vipers lips, on this you can depend.
In the blue corner: who knows? Do they have a champion?
Not put to the test; rank: outsiders, at best.
In the red corner: walking a fine line: was recently unbeatable!
The steaks are fried.
Still green in the middle.. what can I say?
Do any have the truth, the life and the way?
In the brown corner: that old battler. Forged through ridicule and grit. The one they all mocked, now could give them shit!
Rocketing up the charts; who would be so brave? She might be a little fishy, but, no bodies slave.
Dumbfounded, if the truth was known, if we could glimpse the future, under who's flag we have flown..
Dumbfounded for what can't be seen -
The final kingdom, of Nebuchadnezzar's dream.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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That dream it seems is made of many materials and translated by Daniel. A most interesting write
Thanks you, as always for your kind reviews.
This one morphed a bit, but the overall narrative remains.
It's divide and conquer, and the people facilitate their own fall.
The glue is coming unstuck.
You are most welcome
Valiantstar, the ring imagery gives this bite and rhythm, but it’s the prophetic closing that lingers. Moving from political colors to Nebuchadnezzar’s dream shifts it from debate to destiny. It feels like spectacle under judgment. Fierce, symbolic, and unafraid. A wonderful poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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