How Could They Dare To Kill The Crowd?

I stood completely straight, Legs one foot wide apart, Fingers one inch wide apart... I threw my hands up suddenly. The controllers might be racist, The controllers might be fascist, Yet there I was, in front of them, Daring them to kill me first. They shouted at me! I shouted louder! They went away from me out of fear... I knew each was but a coward, As they came at me, clustered in a crowd... I thundered protests, alone, out loud, Like a frightening lightning cloud! If they could not kill me alone... Defiantly I watched and wondered... How could they dare to kill the crowd?