Little Fingers
From the time that he’s awake
his little fingers start to quake
posting lies to suit his needs
planning out his dirty deeds
Wide awake in dead of night
planning out new cons for spite
making out a target list
balling-up his tiny fist
Counting up his many foes
using fingers, tiny toes
fueled by hate and bigotry
led by greed and trickery
Copyright © Samia Ali Salama | Year Posted 2025
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