Rhyme & rhythm
The Bully
The poor frail little child was very afraid and softly spoken.
For by the school bullies his will and spirit were almost broken.
He was verbally and physically abused for so many years.
Which always left him in a state of confusion crying a river of tears.
And after each attack he would be left asking why do they always pick on me.
And after the real bad attacks he would be thinking of ways to set himself free.
All he ever wanted was to be accepted and to be someone's friend.
But now all he keeps on thinking is when will it all finally end.
For each day since it began he has been finding it very hard to cope.
And his will and his spirit have been broken he is almost ready to give up hope.
This is one thing I do not condone and I don't understand fully.
What do so many heartless people get out of being a bully.
Just think if this child being bullied was your daughter or son.
And they ended their own precious little life before it even begun.
So please if you are a bully I implore you to change your ways.
And spread nothing but kindness and love for the rest of your day's
Hello readers, my name is Frank John-Kelly and I am Nyul Nyul salt water mob from a community called Beagle Bay near Broome. I am 46 years old and have been writing poetry for about seven years. I write about anything and everything that pops into my head and I want to share my gift of writing with everyone hoping that they can relate.
I look forward to sharing my poems wtth you through The Indigenous Artist Magazine for the next year.
Here are a few I hope you like and can relate too. ..