The Turning Of A Worm. Poem by Glenn Ford

The turning of a worm, a rare eventful thing
A crushing of the pride and a humbling within
The upper hand no more, one step taken back
Dominance curtailed, derailed from its track

Subordination ended, now bristling and defiant
Cast off rusty shackles, now free and noncompliant
Confidence wash over and stare oppression down
Independence flourish restraining ropes unwound

Facing demons bravely, stood with head unbowed
Steadfast in commitment, unfaltering and proud
Suppression take your leave, flee the other way
Ears have listened long enough; you have had your say

The turning of a worm, an action so profound
Comes in like a zephyr, you never hear a sound
Tyranny caught cold, fall down to its knees
Underling no longer, the worm has turned indeed.