Fear The Weak Poem by Thomas Ware

The wrath of the fallen,
Is the worst to behold;
The arrogance of the skilled,
The confidence of the bold,
All pale before the Titan scourged,
Then risen,
Tiny before the wronged,
Breaking out of prison.

I've had enough of lies, unfairness.
My life is full of crime and indifference.
The anger builds, railing at injustice,
Forced to take the jokes and the insults, loud trumpets.

You can't escape, can't find a way, can't shake the chains,
You can't get out, you can't lash back, through your cage.
Finally you snap, mind maddened,
Froth at mouth, hands bloody, shackles shattered,
Finally you've lost control and hit back,
After so long, the best defense is attack,
They swarm you, mob you, the crowd is so fierce,
But nothing's stronger than the small with a knife to pierce,
Finally armed your weakness doesn't matter now,
You are equal with the privileged, the fat cows,
You have worked your whole life to no avail,
Finding rage is the secret to unveil,
Your puny outside, you're not small now,
All that's left of you, is a dread cloud