By Chidi Anthony Opara
They are enveloped by emotions,
They are soaked by silly sentiments,
They are chorus singers.
They sing
And spew half truths and falsehoods,
Conspiracy theories they spew also,
They are fringe humans
Whose minds have been captured
And being manipulated,
They are puppets.
The puppeteer,
The lead singer,
A crackpot,
Dwells in a foreign land
From where he fingers the control panel
And the fringe voices flip over
In emotional renditions of stupidity.
(Poem presented as social service, all rights reserved)
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