A balloon—its breath is fire,
Rising, piercing clouds above.
Lies, inflated ever higher,
Choke the air and poison thought.

When the space is overheated,
Soaring’s hardly ever done.
Through the haze of fraud, deceited,
None can stand the noxious ****.

What is left for those who see it?
Clean the sky, dispel the fumes!
Few persist and don’t retreat in
Foul oppression’s toxic gloom.

They must forge new wings for flying,
Find a path beyond the vile—
They can’t breathe where filth is thriving,
Where the swindlers only smile.