The Underdog

The Underdog
There is this undisputed fear breathing down my neck
Every minute second and hour ,
The fear of drowning in the sea bed of this world unfair.
Cold and breathless I feel stuck in the cloud of turncoats,
Sullied souls to me rendered this fluence in silence , a toxic tumor
With a stone in the neck that I can never get over.
Stabbing over and over with a wicked smile these worms are clever,
Handicapped they got me these jitters I still cower.
Misanthropic ,unwilling or cautious , unsure of what I could be called.
Under this disability lies my courage to withstand the silent combat
between the voices of my vengeance and my tolerance.
My Strength lies in swimming upstream in this dog-eat-dog world,
To remain sober , sane and humane is what I believe ,
Cheers! If I stayed an underdog in this immoral game.