Too shy to cry, too wild to tame,
Too weak to speak, too lame to blame.
Too arrogant to learn, too grand to stand,
Unashamedly biased crooks,
Too choosy of a brand.
No cares if millions vanish,
In massacres by the strong,
But catch them, alive or dead,
When the weak tread wrong.
Not that it's wrong,
When the wrong are caught,
Not that it's bad,
The too-weak fought,
But too hypocritical
To whine and bark
About justice
Hidden in the dark;
Giving the ones
Too big to fight,
The license to kill
In broad daylight.
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