Who Is The Traitor? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Entrap enslave,
Even the slightest bounce betrays.
Pretenders.
The would be defenders.
If they weren't apt to subtle suggestions.
Like fools, they follow words not to the end, but a perverse interpretation.
Why I scare them I just don't know.
A simple man, an idealist to some.
But my words are my weapons.
Nothing more, no picking up the pitch forks, or lighting the torches.
No, such an appalling appetite.
As if I don't hunger for stopping atrocities from across the world, but it doesn't mean I would resort to such ignorance, or extreme measures.
I'm harmless as ruffled feather.
But words are more dangerous to some I guess.
I invite them, to explore every conversation I've ever had, they'd find it rather bland.
I'm really not that social.
My mere Internet existence is very meek indeed.
They are the traitors who don't trust or know their own people.