Originally Posted by
Parkbandit
Like every place you have ever been, MacGuyver: You aren't good enough.
The only place you have ever been accepted is by yourself at home.
MacGuyver must be your scape goat just like ANTIFA is for you repubs.
I wrote you a poem PB.
In the digital shadows where words collide,
A lone voice emerges, a tempest inside.
A far-right echo in the online night,
A black man's anger takes its flight.
On an outdated forum, he takes his stand,
A digital soapbox, his rage in demand.
A paradox unfolds in this virtual space,
Where identity twists in a frenzied embrace.
In keystrokes and pixels, his fury unfurls,
A discordant symphony of divisive swirls.
Yet, in the shadows, contradictions dance,
As a black man echoes a far-right stance.
The pixels flicker with his fiery prose,
A cyberspace battleground where anger grows.
Yet, beneath the surface, complexities hide,
In the heart of the storm, a struggle inside.
His words may spark flames in the virtual air,
But reality's tapestry is woven with care.
A paradox of perspectives, a turbulent sea,
In the digital realm, where shadows roam free.
So, let us ponder this discordant refrain,
A far-right echo in the online domain.
In the tapestry of voices, diverse and vast,
May understanding find its way at last.