Having no fear for any law
Harassers openly clapperclaw,
Their words could shred your insides
Annihilating your inner peace
Leaving no room for anything
Except for frustrations and worries,
But they would be triumphing
If you give in for their scathing,
Do not allow them to make coleslaw
Out of you, as a salad for their pilaw.
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