You beat me yesterday,
like the priveleged
who always turn to violence
when they're bored;
it's there on the battlefield
and it stains the walls
of corrupt institutions,
the tool of fascists
who always want more;
those who kill in rampaging hordes,
the few whose power abuses the weak.

Just remember that
your own creations
can be used against you,
the many
against the few.