A Flamethrower’s Tide

Title: A Flamethrower’s Tide

As the flames flicker within his eyes,
Donald Trump’s voice erupts, a deadly surprise,
Confessions blaze forth, his words ignite,
A tempest unleashed, burning bright.

In the political arena, fierce and untamed,
He fires back at Liz Cheney, unashamed,
A confession unexpected, it takes the stage,
Of eating triumph and power, reveling in rage.

With rhetoric ablaze, he devours the scene,
The taste of aggression, the hunger obscene,
His words, a flamethrower, engulfing the night,
In the battleground of words, he ignites.

But amid the flames, one must contemplate,
Is this a confession, or simply a debate?
A twisted game of words, designed to deceive,
A relentless pursuit, never to concede.

At the table of politics, he dines with ease,
Feasting on opponents, his cravings appease,
Power and ambition his appetite’s whim,
Savoring the taste of victory, down to the brim.

Yet as the fires rage on, there’s a lingering doubt,
Is it truth that emerges, or merely a shout?
A confession wrapped in a web of discourse,
One must discern fact from fiction, of course.

While the embers wane and the clamor subsides,
His unexpected confessions, still the world decides,
Donald Trump, Liz Cheney, entwined in words they spar,
Leaving us to decipher the true fire from afar.