4 Against 1 Poem by Kevin Patrick

4 against 1, the birth of a cynic
Enterprising through the laughter of the revolting pontificate
For little boys are wolves while being sheep's to their parents
They saviour blood on playgrounds against those who are different
Like the witches in Salem, and the Jew at Auschwitzw
They commence genocide to an introvert conscience

4 against 1 in a line up with guns
Unwavering malice surreptitious with slackened jaws acid tongues
It's a wall of fixed derision operating in unison
All psychically linked relaying intimidating medicine
To the one who dare smiled without showing vindication
Thus beginning the long march towards arrested passions

4 against 1, it was the end of all my fun
When the grass and the trees always seemed brightly green
And there was a special excitement in the taste of ice cream
But all of that suspend upon that long day in September
Once an eight year old grew wiser to the packs of human behaviour
And became an older man all stuffed up and embittered


4 against 1, I know because Ive won