The Whiny-Woo Warlords

There once was a group,
called the Whiny-Woo crew,
who wailed, “We’re the victims!
They’re mean! Boo-hoo-hoo!”

They’d pout and they’d cry,
they’d stomp and they’d shout,
“Oh pity us, pity us!
We’ve all been left out!”

But here was the secret,
a twist in the tale:
Behind all the sobbing,
they ruled with a flail.

They shouted, “We’re fragile!
We’re weak and we’re small!”
But if you disagreed,
they would flatten you all!

They’d cry on the hilltops,
“We’re bullied! We’re bruised!”
While quietly plotting
what rules they’d abuse.

They’d steal and they’d scold,
they’d ban and they’d bite,
but still claim, “We’re harmless!
We’re gentle! We’re right!”

The townsfolk grew tired,
their patience grew thin,
“You’re not the poor victims,
you’re tyrants within!”

And once the truth spread,
the cries lost their charm,
For crocodile teardrops
can do little harm.

So remember, dear reader,
when folks play that game:
Not all who cry “victim!”
are victims in name.