The Playground Bully

The bully on the playground stands firmly in his place,

Staring down his victim, glaring in his face.

His sneering, angry, quivering lips reveal a muddled ache,

Pocked by scarred emotion, no sign of poise or grace.

At first it's just the anger, ragged and intense,

Then suddenly the pain erupts consuming every sense!

 

What makes a playground bully that impels him to disgorge

The suffering of his tortured soul, complete without remorse?

Was he once a victim of another tortured soul,

Or was he just misunderstood by someone mean and cold?

Was he once a child, for whom no one had a use,

Or could it be he suffered the horror of abuse?

 

What ere the cause or reason for the anger and the pain,

We must find an open heart that he may be reclaimed!

For if this sorry creature continues on his rage

A stream of playground bullies will partly be our blame!

For most the playground bullies rise from planted seeds;

Planted, fertilized and watered by playground bully deeds.

 

Copyright 2009 by Layne S. Porter