The fearless leaders make their request..
(I think he fondling a virgin's breast?)
Peacocks: puffing their chests; shaking their tail feathers..
(No regrets)
Puffing and prancing; about who?
(Like they haven't got anything meaningful to do?)
Point the finger!
(Could be you)
Stirring the pot; causing strife:
(the gossip ghost found a host)
Too his spell the world is bending:
(When the goose has flown, and truth is known, man's heart can do the mending)
What can be done, to this fox on the run, so cunning, so sleek..
Who makes his den in the hearts of men; his goal, our destruction.
A murderer from the beginning: knows he isn't winning; knows he is a liar..
Judge not lest we be judged.
Kindle a little fire.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 23rd, 2026 09:49
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Valiantstar, this has bite. It feels confrontational in the right way…calling out puffed chests and hollow noise. “Kindle a little fire” lands like a final spark after all that accusation. There’s heat here, but it’s controlled. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We put them into power and then we wonder why we bothered.
Dictators, democracy. Once upon a time they were different, not anymore.
Unless I am deluded it seems clear about whom this poem is written. But he cares not any publicity is better than none and it can always be twisted. Well done
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