Inferior Superior

You’re condescending

Without understanding

The situation

Of your false intuition.

I have to stand up with poise

And face the noise

Created by you

With intention to rue.

What do I see

Waiting for me,

Are you a mouse in the field

Or a leopard concealed?

Ready to pounce

And denounce;

To control

And to console.

I have to applaud

Wearing that facade

That only splits

At the end of your wits.

I wish you well

In our hell;

We’ll tear you down

Stealing your crown.

Call us unruly

Because truly,

We aim to be

Under your authority.

Please make up a fuss,

There are more of us

Then there are of you

With your point of view.

Don’t be disappointed

In what you bred,

We are what we are;

We are destined to mar.

No one can understand

And no one can withstand

Our damage

And our rampage.

Leave,

Do not deceive;

We admired

But it expired.