By Rajan George
When clowns imagine themselves as wise,
And offer advice paraded as wisdom,
While folly is their truest domain—
Yet claim they know better than the rest!
Actors who parade as public icons,
Political demagogues who seize power,
Journalists professing neutrality—
None deserves the crown they wear.
He who inserts agenda into his craft
Is an activist in disguise, if not exposed.
Like the moth that eats the home’s foundation,
He will destroy the base of civilization.
They boast the audacity to challenge norms
And infuse the world with their foolish thoughts,
Seducing a gullible populace who call them ‘celebrities,’
Instead of naming them rightly: ‘Clowns.’
They are neither prudent nor wise,
Their hearts seethe with hatred, venom, filth, and bile.
And when they open their mouths to speak,
It spews like lava from a volcanic eruption.
Those poor souls who pay to see them perform—
Heeding their call is unwise, unaware
That they fund these monsters’ rants and raves,
As if drinking lava that turns them to ash.
The wise keep a measured distance
From such masquerading monsters.
True leaders discard them for what they are:
‘Clowns’—best left in their fog-filled dens.
Washington DC: May 23, 2025 / 201 words, 1 minute read time.
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