Why

Trouble started in a bar
Five were taunting from afar
He left before there was a fight
But this was no ordinary night
Jumped and beaten as his back was turned
The first fist landed, his stomach churned
Being different from them was his only crime
For this beating there was no reason or rhyme   
Lumps now grow upon his head
And blossom in purple and red   
 

Contest: Last Line Prompt 2
Sponsored By: Julia Ward
Written: 5/27/2016

bullyingrhyme

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