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The Bully
The bully gets under your skin
He fights and claws, all with a grin
He’ll shove your face into the mud
He’ll make your new shirt stained with blood
The weaker child runs away
While wishing he had words to say
The teachers seem like they don’t care
The victim’s life seems so unfair
The bully has learned from his dad
Who beats his mom at night real bad
He watches her fall to the ground
His father kicks his mom around
The one who’s picked on has no friends
They will watch but not defend
His parents tell him to fight back
He’ll clinch his fist, but then retract
The bully picks on him for years
Causing one too many tears
When he grows tall he’ll take revenge,
He’ll take his head and then his limbs
The bully’s blood will drop like rain
Every drip will replace pain,
Pain and poor and poverty
Those are not what kids should be
As years pass, torment does grow
The child has plans of his own
Tomorrow he will graduate
But tonight, a life he’ll take
He creeps up to the bully’s home
Armed with nothing but a bow
He sees the ones who live inside
But hears the hate that does abide
He sees the dad’s empty beer cans
He sees his fists and where they land
He watches from the cold outside
He takes his bow and makes his mind
Pulling back upon the string
It is too late to change a thing
The dad will pay, he’ll split his bones
His death will mend this broken home
The arrow flutters through the air
It pins the man into his chair
His shoulder then his knee caps breaks
Three arrows for the beating’s sake
The fourth does enter through the jaw
The bully comes down from the hall
He sees his dad and what is done
He sees the person leave and run
The bully takes off in the rain
If he finds him he’ll make him pay
The weak one turns and points his piece
As the bully hits his knees
“I came tonight to take you down,
To watch you bleed and hit the ground”
The bully then began to see
The hatred that was his to be
As he confessed about his guilt
His black rose began to wilt
The bully rose and walked back home
He told the cops he didn’t know
Those two kids did become friends
The weak one did so much for him
The bully turned his life around
Because the culprit’s six feet down
He fights and claws, all with a grin
He’ll shove your face into the mud
He’ll make your new shirt stained with blood
The weaker child runs away
While wishing he had words to say
The teachers seem like they don’t care
The victim’s life seems so unfair
The bully has learned from his dad
Who beats his mom at night real bad
He watches her fall to the ground
His father kicks his mom around
The one who’s picked on has no friends
They will watch but not defend
His parents tell him to fight back
He’ll clinch his fist, but then retract
The bully picks on him for years
Causing one too many tears
When he grows tall he’ll take revenge,
He’ll take his head and then his limbs
The bully’s blood will drop like rain
Every drip will replace pain,
Pain and poor and poverty
Those are not what kids should be
As years pass, torment does grow
The child has plans of his own
Tomorrow he will graduate
But tonight, a life he’ll take
He creeps up to the bully’s home
Armed with nothing but a bow
He sees the ones who live inside
But hears the hate that does abide
He sees the dad’s empty beer cans
He sees his fists and where they land
He watches from the cold outside
He takes his bow and makes his mind
Pulling back upon the string
It is too late to change a thing
The dad will pay, he’ll split his bones
His death will mend this broken home
The arrow flutters through the air
It pins the man into his chair
His shoulder then his knee caps breaks
Three arrows for the beating’s sake
The fourth does enter through the jaw
The bully comes down from the hall
He sees his dad and what is done
He sees the person leave and run
The bully takes off in the rain
If he finds him he’ll make him pay
The weak one turns and points his piece
As the bully hits his knees
“I came tonight to take you down,
To watch you bleed and hit the ground”
The bully then began to see
The hatred that was his to be
As he confessed about his guilt
His black rose began to wilt
The bully rose and walked back home
He told the cops he didn’t know
Those two kids did become friends
The weak one did so much for him
The bully turned his life around
Because the culprit’s six feet down
Published 17th Jan 2014
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18th Jan 2014 2:18am
18th Jan 2014 2:21am
felt a little iffy about this one
thank you for saying kind words
they are and always will be more than appreciated
thank you for saying kind words
they are and always will be more than appreciated
18th Jan 2014 4:13am
"He'll clench his fist, but then retract." I remember doing this as a kid. Every time I had enough, I stopped, hesitated, did nothing. The poem shifts from reality to fantasy for me in an interesting way. The choice of a bow was unexpected upon reflection, and I like it. You've re-written the expected ending insofar as the true cause, the dad, is eliminated instead of the bully. But then somehow they become friends which is strange to me as that ending shifts the poem back to a positive outcome the victim accepts without bitterness. The fantasy element for me is the precise killing of the cause as opposed to what happens in real life, which is usually the victim exploding with violence on a person or persons who never had any part of the original violence perpetrated against the victim. It is a good fantasy reminding me, for some reason, of the twist ending of Inglorious Basterds where Hitler is massacred. Instead of what happens in real life, you've presented a just ending through violence with an arrow through the jaw of the dad. Makes me imagine his facial expression.
18th Jan 2014 9:30pm
i appreciate such a detailed comment
my writings usually deal with death, blood, limbs, etc. i try to always incorporate light in the midst of darkness. i could not, however, involve truly innocent people being gunned down for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. granted this happens on an almost daily basis, but i have to avoid some things in order to not be slandered for anything i happen to write.
thank you for the time, i look forward to reading more of what you have posted on this site
my writings usually deal with death, blood, limbs, etc. i try to always incorporate light in the midst of darkness. i could not, however, involve truly innocent people being gunned down for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. granted this happens on an almost daily basis, but i have to avoid some things in order to not be slandered for anything i happen to write.
thank you for the time, i look forward to reading more of what you have posted on this site
Anonymous
19th Jan 2014 11:43pm
great poem lot of feeling going through a lot of bulling at this time in my life so i this one ment something to me
20th Jan 2014 3:14am
thank you for your comment
know this, you are not forgotten
you are not alone
the meek will inherit the Earth
persist, move forward, keep your head up, know that life is never too hard to push on, i have my past as will you
you are never alone, my friend
know this, you are not forgotten
you are not alone
the meek will inherit the Earth
persist, move forward, keep your head up, know that life is never too hard to push on, i have my past as will you
you are never alone, my friend
