Nothing Left to Lose

You
stand there
like a king.
Your henchmen pushing in
Your supporters watching with gleeful eyes.

I
stand here
like an outcast.
My heart beating fast
My eyes burning with anger and hate.

Today
you bit off more
than you can chew.
I have nothing left to lose.

They
stand waiting
for me to
make the first move,
like cornered prey.
Shrieking like the jackals which caught it.

You
say that
I'm a coward.
But you stand with many
while I fight alone.

The End

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