Rebellious rabble rant their chants

Marching like marauding ants

Making their demands for what they see right

Screeching

I won't be conditioned to fit your design
I follow a path that's inherently mine
on a whim I may wax, when you wish me to

Writing in Bold

People

Aren’t we the worst?

Always lying

Never ever, no remorse

Dali Llama trying to tell me how

I seen a heart beat
And two tiny little feet
Each with five even smaller toes
I see two eyes and a little nose

I see legs

People sometimes are

more than a little afraid,

for to speak their mind

they often must be brave,

but, if for example,

when Hitler