Now or Never; The Rise of the Powerless
Its not the Sword that makes a Warrior True.
You should know, that you are not weak.
Rise up and their roar would become a squeak.
They put you down because they are afraid to fight you at your best.
With some training, your flesh became a kevlar vest.
Words bounce off and pushing is all they can do.
To their shock, they realize what grew inside of you.
Counter attack and a forearm snap.
Into a sleeper hold, your neck I wrap.
Think you are tough?
Well, your size is not enough;
Where is your group?
They ran away.
Maybe now consider their actions, they may.
Chase them down?
Unlike them, you have honor.
Never attack who is weaker than you.
Maybe now they would get a clue.
Always think who you poke.
Because today he is a fat kid, tomorrow his right hook would give you a stroke.
You need a large group, a system where you'll walk free from any trial.
Without that, you are a fearful bag of bile
There, you are the law.
Out here, its me, prepare for justice; it would be the last thing you saw.
© 2017 Jake Clawson