Shrine For A Bully - Poem by Donal Mahoney
Very late in life bullets answered jeers
Paul once used to tease a little boy
coming home from school.
Little boy grew up and found Paul
and put a bullet in his temple
as the sun danced on the barrel.
Friends brought flowers, built a shrine,
gathered in a circle and prayed
after the ambulance took Paul away.
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