Where Is The Army? Poem by Zyw Zywa

I do remember
I have seen it many times
on their faces, their demand

to be a big girl
not unbridledly whining
for attention

.....Just explode, you are strong
.....the furious evidence
.....of our right

not to take care
of me, they were entitled
to their own lives

so I opened my mouth
invincible, powerful
for myself and everyone

I do not tolerate injustice
in front of me, do you hear me?
What is it with the people?

They walk blindly through the city
avoid strangers and grannies
ignore hungry pussycats

and throw away their plants, well
I have boundless energy, but
where is the army to help me?