The Common Man

Trapped in a cocoon

A bane or a boon?

Worked out like a drone

Stifled voices muttering alone

 

Huddled aside like creepy vermin

Eaten alive from deep within

Blown up or run down at  mere sight

Staggering to stand up with all might

 

Never ever do they wipe our tears

Barging they come once every five years

Promises galore for a future so bright

Victory ensures they are out of sight

 

See me as a threat

One day they shall regret

A blazing arrow from a dormant quiver

Enough for them to shake and shiver!!!

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