the small boy walked down the road
smug and sad carrying a heavy load
words were thrown his way
hurtful things they all did say
he mumbled quietly to no one around
kicking at the rocks on the ground
walking slowly with head hung low
his plans of revenge to them he'd show
how their hard cruel words had left him sad
he would show them all how they were bad
the gravel gave him answers no one else could
about the actions take he would
kicking the rocks beneath his feet
the bullies his wrath would soon meet
slowly the rocks that he kicked
would be weapons of insult that he picked
the stones beneath his soles
he picked up to exact their tolls
their houses he would shatter with stones in hand
casting his lot at homes built on sand
he stood firmly as the onslaught began
throwing stones at glass houses to unveil his plan
he threw those stones with force and might
to show those around that he would fight
he would hold his ground against their attack
and they would learn he'd fight back
weapons of words were hurled from afar
jab...parry...reposte...he would spar
their attacks he took for many a year
experience on his side with no fear
for when his words were hurled towards them
they had no responses for their sin
he showed how their weapons could not hit their mark
how his stones were heavier and his words were stark
his voice carried thru the rift
even his whispers to their ears did lift
he said calmy thru the din
lay down your weapons i am your kin
the stones in hand lost their grip
his words their armor it did strip
i only wanted to be your friend
and if stones you must throw then let it end
for i have only kindness to show
and with those words they all did know
words of hurt will never win
against the caring sounds that come from within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem