Then what are hiders?
Could they be spiders
or backstabbing riders
who cling to the coattails
of history's tux?

From where they could see
those who still remain free
in their effort to flee
many arrows do miss
their target of hearts.

But the time will come
where initially some
will beat their own drum
and the arrows fly back
oh, revenge is so sweet.

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiders-are/