The twisted men may bark and bite,
Why does society prolong its fight?
But minds as fierce as theirs,
Avert all those immoral stares.
The twisted men may spit and spill,
Where can I go to vent my feel?
But minds that are as torn as these,
They will soon find their keys.
The twisted men cannot be bought,
As their currency is their thought,
For minds not for sale or hire,
Retaliate with a potent fire.