Why didn’t I UNSPEAK!
Wearing the garb of innocence, she rose to prominence,
a novice - or a cunning thug,
Jack the horsey who discards any thing true & worthy,
sponsored the "great bed-bug"
Here comes the ploy, to demean the essence of the elected,
hard-working, honest and moody folks,
she sided with George - the bearer of sorrows, the green zombies,
hordes of pretentious woke!
Uighurs banished, Falun's terminated,
the skimpy dancer seldom cared the less,
hustling in the name of activism,
constructed a pool of narrative, filthy cess.
The piece fools began to ascend,
kicking the security off the vertical fort,
dissent and outcry,
teary eyed buffoon, dual faced turbanators,
violated the nation's psyche,
as flags dropped by.
Had the bed-bug opted for knowledge,
the skimpy could have been educated,
the devils they support,
advocates of aborting the females in feticide,
burning the stubble in capital's air,
the real consort.
Patted by a nation begging for alms,
bed-bug fell for a comrade - she-lynch-pin,
the enforcer of lab-leak,
the new age gestapo is a folly, a plot yet to unfold,
mature bug will then wonder,
- why didn't I unspeak!