How Could They Dare To Kill The Crowd? Poem by Denis Martindale

I stood completely straight,
Legs one foot wide apart,
Fingers one inch wide apart...
I threw my hands up suddenly.

The controllers might be racist,
The controllers might be fascist,
Yet there I was, in front of them,
Daring them to kill me first.

They shouted at me! I shouted louder!
They went away from me out of fear...
I knew each was but a coward,
As they came at me, clustered in a crowd...

I thundered protests, alone, out loud,
Like a frightening lightning cloud!
If they could not kill me alone...
Defiantly I watched and wondered...

How could they dare to kill the crowd?