I come, and I go, more than once in a day.
Yet I’ve always been here; for eons my stay.
A bearer of life, I bring fear and great dread;
A destroyer of old, millions by me are fed.
Artists and poets my presence inspires,
My moods, they are varied, my journey ne’er tires.
Once I was greater, but my time comes again.
Can you yet name me, my riddling friend?
Enough is enough! Our hard-earned tax dollars shouldn’t line the pockets of politicians living like royalty while we struggle to make ends meet. Let’s demand fair reforms: cut their salaries, strip away their lavish perks, and make them work for every penny they earn.
RiddlesComments Off on Random Riddle: Causing Division
Dec172023
You grasp my handle and give me a push.
I rotate and roll, doing my job.
You put pressure on me,
and I cause division.
Then you enjoy the fruits of my labor,
while I lie, cast aside, feeling cheesy and red of face.