Anonymous agitators.
Obviously spineless.
Without backbones.
Have a knack,
For serving their evil deeds.
While protecting their insecurities.
Pleasing a wicked sickness.
From secret places no one sees.
Yet...
Brave they are not.
They are the ones afraid.
Anonymous agitators.
Will not face who they agitate.
In fear of getting their butts kicked.
Swift with quickness.
And blinded without light in sight.
By those with names unashamed to claim.
Then dragged to the curb.
To have it shown and known,
What spineless creatures earn to deserve.
A shame to fault themselves to blame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem