The strength that’s required

To brandish my sword

I cannot muster and

Leave to youth but

Rather I hone wit

Sharpen sarcasm and whittle

And pluck the mantle

Hairs from the shoulders

Of demigods theocrats and

Buffoons who wear such

Not because of triumphs

But because of confiscation

Crippling those bullies at

Their weaknesses their lack

Of intelligence and morality