Bullies

poem by: Jenny Linsel
Written on Jan 10, 2017

Bullies

Bullies shouldn't prosper, Bullies shouldn't win,
Do they realise the pain they cause as they stand and grin?
Picking on the weak ones, some half of their size,
If a victim stood up to them, they'd get a big surprise,

You have a fear of going to school or fear of going to work,
Victims lives are being ruined while the perpetrators smirk
You sneak out of the school and the lonely streets you roam
You pray to God that they don't follow you home

You lay in your bedroom both day and night
Tears streaming and in pain, no-one cares about your plight
You endure being held down, feeling blows dealt to your head
But no-one cares to intervene, so they stand and watch instead

Bruised and battered and terrified after each attack
Then later on in life the scars are still present on your back
PTSD and night terrors soon become the norm
The very rare restful night is the calm before the storm
 
Bullying can continue later on in life
A helpless victim at the mercy 
Of a husband or a wife
Bullies think they are invincible 
When to a victim they attach
But bide your time and one day
They will meet their match

 

Tags: sad, pain,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem.Well said.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
In all my encounters with bullies, I find that they are just cowards and when they are picked on will turn tail and run...well written.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jul 15, 2020 at 9:53am
Back in the 60s my 15yr old school mate was constantly being taunted by another lad....when on our way home from school, once again was approached by this cocky lad......he handed me his school books.....then knocked him out with his first punch!....(never to be bullied again).......a really good poem Jenny.....

 

 

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