The Pity of The Meek
They put us down; they say we’re weak,words used to wound, savage verbal beaks,
our spirits shattered, is what they seek,
despair starts an inexorable leak.
Personal gloom bring visions of a future bleak,
inner blackness buffed smooth and sleek,
feeling useless; warship trying to sail a creek,
in their fear crushing everything unique.
Sweetness will overpower their hateful reek,
bookwork, brainiac, nerd geek,
lame-o, homo, psycho, freak,
with every vile name strength rises to a peak.
Power and prestige becoming antique,
oppression dies with a moan, not a shriek,
across the world we streak,
pain replaced by the pity of the meek.
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