Do they stress?

Real stress?

Oh no! 

For it is just a word...

One word.

A grave and injurous adjective

Whose power it is to take a life

Whose originator it gives pleasure upon conception

Yet its capture gives death?

Do they fear?

Real fear?

Oh no!

For it was just one note...

One note.

Such harsh and thwarting characters 

Skewn across the page,

Their eyes--dampen

 Their hearts--break.

No one looks. 

No one cares.

No one knows.

"Stand up for yourself"

Exclaimed. 

Shouted.

An ordinance.

For it is the fault of the weak that the strong abuse them.

For it is not misfeasance.

Hark the herald!

They are dead.