I wrote this piece as a commentary. A commentary about how it seems that the default reaction to anyone that says something that you don’t agree with is to set the online mob after that person and to try and destroy them in any way possible. By targeting their job, their family, and even potentially their safety.
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Storming the Gates The locusts are swarming I had no time to run – they came without warning All because of something I said Now thousands of people – are wishing me dead A perceived injustice doomed me to hell But I made no mistake – I always choose my words well That matters not to those taking offense Their minds are made up – there is no defense Though my position is supported by facts No amount of reason – that will delay their attacks
And so the result is I am at war And my neighbours all hate me – but what the hell for? My apology was never enough The enemy has no mercy – goddamn they play rough They march forward and are storming the gates Their torches on fire – their eyes burn with hate They shout and they shriek and gather around They chase away my family – burn our home to the ground They rampage around and destroy all our crops When will enough be enough – when will they stop?
I have to confess that my only hope Is that they find a new target – ‘fore I’m at the end of a rope Now I’m feeling dismayed and distraught I’d never wish upon anyone – the treatment I got Please forgive me won’t you dear lord But is it a sin – to want to escape the hordes? Maybe down the road one day They’ll know what it feels like – for turnabout is fair play Being vindictive is not who I am But they drove me to this – now I’m a changed man
I’m trying to move on, turning the page But my life was destroyed – by some made-up outrage Now that I’ve emerged out the other side I’m going to fight back – I’m not just content to survive I shall never forgive and never forget The people that wronged me – they’ll live to regret The moment that they sold their soul To join the unruly mob – that was out of control Ongoing threats of ruination and violence While I secluded myself – and suffered in silence
Perhaps the best course of action Is to let them discover – the latest infraction The next misunderstood or misspoken word The next most racist and sexist – phrase ever heard The most convenient opportunity To ruin the next poor bastard – with whom they disagree To feed their social justice addiction To signal their virtue – and shout their convictions To act out their protests and sing all their songs They can do it themselves – I won’t be playing along
I will escape with my dignity intact But what will they have? – They won’t even have that They will go on playing the perpetual victim And paint portraits of others – how they wish to depict them But those of us that are wise to their games Won’t let them condemn us – they won’t sully our names We will rise up and we will outlast We will be stronger – once the danger has passed They stormed the gates, they bashed and they beat But at the end of the day – I’m still strong on my feet
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