How Could They Dare To Kill The Crowd?

I stood straight Legs were one foot wide Fingers were one inch apart Suddenly, I threw my hands up. They might be racist They might be fascist I was in front of them And asked them to kill me first. They shouted at me but I shouted louder They went away from me out of fear I knew each and every one of them but a coward They always move and come in crowd So I thundered alone like a lightening cloud. To every one it became well known If they could not kill me alone So I sat down to ponder and wondered! How could they dare to kill the crowd?