Mock Epic: The Trojan Scrolls Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Feed, battlefield of invisible rage,
Where Heroes clash behind glowing screens,
And Words, like arrows, pierce the hearts of mortals,
While emojis rise as shields in absurd combat.
Behold the Warrior, thumbs poised over keyboard,
Fingers striking tweets and comments like spears.
Opinions form armies, facts march as legions,
And Caps Lock bellows thunder across the digital plain.
Allies appear in threads, hashtags as banners,
While Trolls lurk like hidden chariots in shadow.
The Siege begins: threads swell with furious debate,
Replies multiply like soldiers from hidden gates.
The Hero types, deletes, then strikes again,
While Notifications ring like the clash of shields.
Sarcasm, irony, memes—arrows sharp and deadly—
Fly over walls of misunderstanding, striking true and false alike.
Yet victory is fleeting, retreat inevitable,
As the Trojan Scrolls grow longer, endless, eternal.
The Moderators loom as Olympian judges,
Issuing bans, warnings, or cryptic silence.
And still the war continues, absurd and relentless,
Each participant a hero, villain, or victim of their own hubris.
Thus ends the epic of Online Arguments,
Where modern mortals wage Trojan wars of words,
And every comment, like a fiery steed,
Carries both glory and folly into the annals of cyberspace.