Monday 9 December 2019

Aureole

This is not a bushfire, it’s sign
Substance of the world dried to combustion
Leaf, limb, bark and bole, non-stop consumption
Bright outcome of sun-filled fun-filled design.
This is not a leader, a mere liar
Full-time, a trump kid, a policy crime,
A chief executive of end times.
His eyeballs flame with a lordly ire.
This is not a bushfire, it’s physics
Its containment line the edge of my screen
Oxygenated extreme to drastic.
This is not a leader, he’s a clickbait
Waiting with bad news, how good is plain mean,
A smiling emoji aureoled with hate.


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