Inner Impotence
There is a child-like fear
In those who punch down
A feeling of impotence
And vulnerability
That can’t be hidden
Behind masks
We see it, feel it, hear it
The smell of tear gas
Doesn’t hide the smell of fear
Bravery is kind
Courage protects
Strength is just and fair
We get it–you can’t punch up
Thousands of you indoctrinated
To follow even corrupt leaders
Oh, but if just once
Courage trickled up your spine
And you lent a human hand
To help the least amongst us
Your perceived enemies will flee
And you’ll see your masters
With blood on their hands
Sitting on gold toilets in a ballroom
Where only pedophiles dance
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