"The Bully"

by Natasha Miller
(Newark, DE,USA)

Bullying

Bullying

And so the bully trounced
without a care without a sound.
The attack was fast and proud,
noone could hear
even when the cry was loud.
It escalated without any sign of grace,
his victim now has a disfigured face.
Would it end?
It is not known.
The bully still filled
with hatred and a heart of stone.

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by: McCollonough Ceili

Nice poem about a hard topic.

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