He's so frightened, he can hardly move.
Putting a stop to others' movements makes him feel more secure,
and makes him even more immobile.
He lacks the courage to undertake actions
required by the needs of the times
and speaks, instead,
to deny their truth
in the cover-up voice
of self-importance
and to feather his own nest.
He is chicken.
He produces little of value
and takes from those who abundantly produce
enough for him to preserve his fearful position.
His actions would make his mother cry.
Who is it?
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