Mark Four Rifle Poem by Chan Mongol

Mark Four Rifle

MARK FOUR RIFLE
By: Chan Mongol
October 09 of 2024


The public media;

Keep giving the idea.

How to be a Clown?

How to say no to own opinion.

That's what it is;

And treating us like dummies!

All fakers are virals;

In the kingdom of unreals!

Media ignores you and me;

It has its own community!

I squeeze in and I penetrate:

I don't care 'bout media's hate!

Whatever is natural;

That is the real!

What is the best?

A reality show or the waste!

Going after lies;

Causing our cries!

Settlers are odds;

They are criminals and frauds!

Peace breakers;

Those are settlers!

Media pushes you to the brink;

From where you can't think!

With own education;

None needs to be media's clown!

I dislike diplomacy;

My talks give media allergy!

My ammos are simple;

Mine is Mark Four Rifle!

Wednesday, October 9, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: education,october
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