They, in a feeble mind, are wont to dribble.
But they found their fibble not very nimble.
When the hustlers overtake the sensible;
Naivete took to the hills of the insensible.
They scorn the duty of care owed.
For our ocean of life turn to erode.
Killer cops―dare to object to our rustle.
To claim it is a key of survival to the white corpuscle.
Whatever respect that is due to the humble.
Before the thumb on the scale turns to crumble.
They play games that pay the death toll.
The spirit of a good fight they do not extol.