free-verse
Wary, a hyena anger forged
I. The Hacked Poet
Digital daggers pierce my screen,
Trust bleeds out where words had been.
Keystrokes shatter, voice hijacked,
My essence stolen, soul ransacked.
Whispers poison, wires aflame,
Bridges burn—who's left to blame?
II. The Targeted Girl
Ping! Ping! Predator's dance,
Pixels bright with false romance.
Click. Tap. Swipe. Tactics unfold,
Innocence crushed, futures sold.
Sweet nothings curdle, turn to bile,
Hope withers 'neath his toxic guile.
III. The Silenced Competitor
Where verse should soar, he lurks in shade,
Spite his ink, our light to fade.
Belittling brilliance, stealing shine,
Acid pen corrodes divine.
Art gasps for air, choked by disgrace,
Janus-masked fraud usurps our space.
IV. The "Saved" Soul
Saviour's mask, a hollow star,
"Help" leaves scars, near and far.
Self-praise echoes, spirits wilt,
Crushed beneath towers of guilt.
Puppet strings, not wings, he brings,
Rescue's ruse—how freedom stings!
V. The Witness to Lies
Death, illness feigned with glee,
Attention's void for all to see.
Tales spun from a forked tongue,
Truth and fiction come undone.
Even facts taste of deceit,
Trust now ashes at our feet.
Chorus (All Voices)
Beware the poet, serpent's pen!
Venomous verses strike again.
In webs of lies, we're spun and caught,
Our voices puppeteered, distraught.
Can you hear our silent screams?
Do you see our shattered dreams?
His falsehoods bloom, then wither fast,
But trauma's shadow long will last.
For liars gain one bitter prize:
Doubt clouds truth, trust quickly dies.
Behind each mask, our essence fades,
A cautionary tale cascades.
Urgency pulses through our veins,
Act now—before more fall in chains.
Words are weapons, shields, and balm,
Speak out to break deception's calm.
Our stories echo, raw and real,
To warn, to heal, to help reveal.
