In Troubled Times

As a man with the world on my shoulders
With half its human race
Demanding my fall from grace
And that my legacy vanishes without a trace
I’m consumed with a powerful rage
As I ball up my fist
Not measuring the risk
Hearing the poisonous demands
Becoming more like commands
Penetrating my soul
Before they’ve even reached their goal
I strike with a force
More powerful than most
Letting everyone know
I’ll never go with the flow
Putting my soul into every blow
As I fight to stay afloat
Not letting the poisonous demands
Abase the man
I am.

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