The faceless, nameless, self-styled philosopher and pundit
Sits in his chair, tapping abusive posts
Hiding behind his anonymity
Cowardly scathing all and sundry
Except his red-handed self.
Celebrities or fellow bloggers;
no one is safe
But other men’s wives and other kids’ moms
are his fetish faves.
He calls himself “spiritually aware and compassionate.”
And he says he hopes we “sleep well.”
Popping bullets with his wordy gun.
Who knows, maybe today he’s killed
Rise up, true voices cowering;
let us not be silenced.
In the well, we do not sleep.
So brighten the lamp.
Those gone bloggers —
let them not have disappeared
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Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Auvergne, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎