Courageous but yet shy,

Caves shake at thy roar,

Yet feeble before masses

Waves of great words,

Evolves from thy memory bank,

Yet decay serves it purpose


Two lions lives not on one mountain,

So stab thy tormentor

Cleanse thyself from  it filth


Mockery by man keeps you in thine shell

Yet thou believe to cause tremor with thy presence

Let the passing wind carry away thy fear


Breath in, and out goes your shyness

The you shall be called

Brave Journalist

Haymaker ©2014