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Bullying Wrong time, wrong place Coughing I pull myself from the mud Tears run down my bruised face Diluting the red of my blood Like scavengers gorging upon prey Jeers and jibs rip and hurl me down Mocking, humiliating, the words you say I’m entertainment…a worthless clown. No more can I take of life’s ride No more tears I can cry Stripped of my dignity and pride Today I would gladly die
I extend a plea to all nations
© 2007 Robert Cashmore |