A constant struggle

the vulgar fraction always rise to leer
at anything that their small minds can hate
or despise or otherwise seek to berate
with mispronounced harshly derisive jeer
but with closed ears they just refuse to hear
how their stupidities on clean minds grate
and how transparently they're seen to slate
things that their little brains could never bear
the day may come though i won't hold my breath
when there'll be need for the despised one's aid
as when things come down to the naked knife
but they'll go down each to their lonely death
although the danger could have just been stayed
had they acknowlegded there's a common life