Armchair Anarchist
A poem I wrote about keyboard warriors
shouting, swearing, generally causing trouble
sitting there alone stuck in your bubble
opinions on everything happening everywhere
social commentary from your armchair
your gob moves before the brains engaged
temples are throbbing completely enraged
hammering out messages with your thumbs
an armchair anarchist just sat on your bum
stop the raging at the tiny screen
spitting bile and venting your spleen
get off your arse and do something right
take up the cause, get out and fight
cut down the screen time, stop giving it grief
get out and fight and not make-believe