“Boys will be boys,”
The bully’s parents said.
All that talk of discipline
Went over their heads.
The older boys at school
Gathered around the kid
With the glasses on his face;
Knocked them off his head.
Their words questioning
His manhood and his folks
And nobody paid attention
To the nature of the jokes.
“Boys will be boys,”
The principal said.
He washed his hands
Now one boy is dead.
They waited in an alley
Until the boy walked by
A place they knew for sure
No one would hear him cry.
They each one ***** him
Then one guy had a knife
After he killed the boy
He called him a lousy wife.
“Boys will be boys,”
The police officer said
Then used his baton
On the black kid’s head.
A black kid found the body
Of the white kid in the mud.
He brought the local cop, who
Thought him from the hood.
He beat up on the black kid
And took him to the jail.
Nobody knew about him, so
Nobody made his bail.
“Boys will be boys,”
The juvenile judge said
He closed the case
Went golfing instead.
There were no forensics,
No witnesses were sought.
No evidence of quality
Was asked for or brought.
The system had its criminal
And quickly put him away
And that’s where he is living
Until this very day.
“Boys will be boys,”
Never really worked
It only ever pointed out
That the speaker was a ****.