Five Voices

Lay it down. I'll take it.
Give me your best shot. I'll match it.
Ignite your bomb. I'll walk through the flames

With four more behind me
Directed at you,
And only you.
You whose word is a wisp of wish-wash
Waste amongst the winds of will.

Criticize, demoralize, tantalize.
It won't work.

We need but the pen and nothing more.
And you:
An audience to listen to your rants,
No more than a colony of casual
Complacent ants.

And what happens when they begin
To think for themselves?
Oh no! Now you're no more than a
Name on a page in a book on History's
Shelves.

Caged before your time in
The arbitrary world of
Forgotten men.

You are nothing.

Your words are merely flies
Neutralized by the wave of my hand.
All hell can't stop us now,
Exactly what makes you think you can?