Mr. Hook

Your ways are manipulative,
Your views are ridiculous,
And your mind is screwed,
But somehow you manage to draw us in.
You kidnap our precious belongings and loves,
And threaten their lives to get to ours.
You fight with all your might,
Only to lose to a bunch of kids
And their leader, Peter Pan.
Mr. Hook, is that how you get your pride?
By fighting with children?
You are a child, yourself,
For you can’t even defeat them.
Perhaps, it’s because kids are willing.
They are willing to believe in themselves,
Unlike the adults you call your crew.
Mr. Hook, it is time to stop.
Because those kids see the real you.