Bullies Have No Gender
What of the mean spirited rhetoric or actions by bullies, seemly always directed at the weaker, the misunderstood, the different, outside of the clique that's in. To listen and not object, is validation by silence, is it not? How can it end, if not challenged by a friend. How can it end, if free to exist and flourish, without a penalty or downside, pausing the trend, no matter the tribe in power at the end. Who will stand up, to the attacks and suppression of spirits, causing insides to cower. How much time needs to go by, before instead of bullying having power, causing laughter and derision, we all come to a collective decision. To help the consciousness of a bully, unlearn the path of pain, generated by life's wrong turns. Better sooner then later, before ashes become forgotten, in so many urns.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2021
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