Nations have my utmost support, so do men with their seeds' export

You may spot me on a movie screen, Or hear me loud in a concert scene, Foiled by what folds in hand, You'd best avoid where I land

What shields you from the sun’s harsh glare, yet cuts with a snarky line so rare?

I’m a twitchy little limb with a light-up dance, Begging for notice, fat chance. Left or right? Who knows the plan? You drive like chaos in a van. I blink and blink with all my might, You treat me like your conscience-out of sight.

In this wired madhouse, where chaos reigns, Memes are gospel and insults are gains. Trolls run the court with karma as cash, Welcome to the pit where sanity’s trash.