Sitting in the corner
Waiting for admission
Yet none of those around
Will offer recognition
Figures if only one stunt
And they'll see the figure
With a make belief gun
Hand on an invisible trigger
That slicks into a sling
And all pay attention
A bully in the making
Presents credentials
Then comes of age
To a world of shiny surfaces
And shines above all
It's time to surface
And prey on the innocent
Those of lesser fortune
Then claims to be innocent
It was all 'just misfortune'
Many names, one backbone
DNA of those who create infliction
Then smile the devil's smile
And tell you we're never part of that diction
Unwanted one day then top the chart
While crimes of the heart go unarrested
Victims and culprits act the part
Why do villains these days seem to walk untested?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good attempt in the chapter of bullying, Ragy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks