First they crippled you, forcing you to run Then they tried to silence you with tongue-cutting and wind-whipping so the outside wouldn't see the wounds A scream of agony escaped The world caught a whisper on the edge Turned it into a solvent shout That drowned out your cry A shout that you couldn't hear The world pitied you Some awaken to the appeal of real struggle, the novelty of stories As they pine away from contending with mediocrity And a slumber induced by the finer things. At least, you know what you are up against, what you are fighting for They corral you Your presence would ignite debate More shouts, more noise will be heard. With humility, you queue up for humiliation. Overwhelmed with hope that you brought along with you, The brand that they try to sell you The hope that seeps out of your pockets as it becomes distant. Indignation becomes a companion, a supporter,a mentor. It tells you that you better survive.