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? 
Abdul Wahab