Besieged

The frenzied mongrels yapping come, teeth bare Frightening my flesh to faint; the vomit Seething from their disgust makes rancid air, And liars veiled, with dark gums decrepit Like witches romp, believing they prevailed. And some fooled by silence join the mean mob Permitting that faked friendship be unveiled, While the Maroon pulse with the heart's sweet throb And the resolve only a warrior Ancient can know. For I do not shudder Nor flinch, nor need Hermes as courier To tell my defiance. I'll make fodder Yet of the baying brood, and face to face Meet the cowards whose ambitions are laid waste.