This poem from ChatGPT summarizes things:

In the digital realm where voices resound,
A moderator's duty, forever profound,
Within Discord's walls and Telegram's shore,
A tale of vigilance and trials galore.

Beneath the starry virtual sky,
A battle unfolds, where chaos lies,
Evil POAP hunters, their schemes unfold,
Seeking rare treasures, hearts cold and bold.

But fear not, dear guardian of the gate,
With watchful eyes, you navigate,
Through channels and chats, with careful stride,
Protecting the community far and wide.

Discord trolls emerge, mischief their creed,
Spewing venomous words, sowing discord's seed,
But armed with patience and swift moderation,
You silence their roar, restoring harmony's foundation.

Fake accounts dance in the realm of deceit,
Masking intentions, posing as the sweet,
But your keen eye spots the charlatans' game,
Unmasking their facade, revealing their shame.

Scams loom like shadows, preying on trust,
Luring unsuspecting souls, turning dreams to dust,
Yet, with your knowledge, you shed the light,
Shielding the vulnerable, with all your might.

Oh, tireless guardian, keepers of the peace,
Your efforts to safeguard never cease,
For in this digital tapestry, you craft,
A sanctuary of safety, built to last.

So raise your banhammer with valor and might,
For in your hands, justice takes flight,
Moderators, warriors of the virtual domain,
Your courage and diligence shall forever remain.