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.