Etched face

Fall down and feel it
The pain of being pushed out
From your selfish-choosing world
Where few are lifted to a higher rank above
Of solid hate for all those that still stand below
Nothing can I ask but, "won't you come"…
Down my way
Will you follow me?
Down my way
Will you trust me?

Stay down
Can you feel it?
The static figure of my fist etched in your face
Corroded tissue of the scars I left misplaced
Cast lacking order, rank, position, even name
But dealt somewhere on your brain