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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Violence in the political party A pebble thrown to defend oneself from a barrage of 100- stones The bully then complains of abuse—might never makes right will we unite?—I Am Anaya “All for one and one for all” Bullied everyday was he, his peer would tell the news agent He was different, a loner, weird, wore camouflage And so, we tormented him A lunch bench, a boy sequestered was “bullied every day” Silent, defeated, sunken, he rarely spoke a word Clean slate, passes a routine background check A dietary aid prepping food in a nursing home Nothing unusual nothing remarkable Republican at heart for God knows what gave way, donates to the loyal opposition a progressive bent A bit addled and mixed up, can we see? Unleashing his wrath a man filled with hurt with hate In his own backyard, the tormented dons the guise of the tormentor The assailed becomes the assailant The unthinkable is done, perched upon a roof four-hundred feet away just minutes into the oration he aims then pulls the trigger obscure and distressed Crooks alters history’s course with a firearm at the ready as a duty and right Father Crooks kept many, in a very pro-gun town At the hands of a 20-year-old man who was bullied by their own sons and daughters Counselors, both father and mother trained to help troubled minds, how ironic Where were they as their son’s inner storm brewed? A blind eye turned away what shame, what horror Yet the world’s most salient story
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