They threaten violence and then
Claim themselves as afraid
Of violence enacted, when
Their own threats have been made.
’Tis subtle, this hypocrisy,
As they prepare to kill
Their own complacent enemy,
Competitors, at will.
They fear the contest will not go
The way that they desire,
So plan to thwart the outcome—so
O, like a lamb that’s being led
To slaughter, you and I,
But let us lower not the head
But boldly stare: defy.
If you will kill me you must look
Into unblinking eyes,
Although your conscience not be shook
Nor mercy ever rise.
I do not mind the death so much
As all the lies you tell,
Proclaiming heaven, while you clutch
Tenaciously to hell.