'A bully is always a coward',
The teachings prevalent in school,
But in glory he showered,
With attributes of being cool.
He grew up as most men do,
And still the sky sheltered him,
The sky that shone its blue,
For once never grew dim.
During school, whilst still young,
The bully broke peoples interest
Deemed singers nerd for being well sung,
Not realising everyone's different.
We can't all be well hung jocks,
We write to ease our pain,
Breaking from shackles, we picked locks,
Through words that don't die in vain.
The bully grew up like most people,
He became a banker somehow,
Robbing interest seemed less evil,
Because it was strictly business now.
Robbing interest through loans,
As though health and wellbeing,
Was a construction only shown,
From the money people are seeing.
The bully grew up,
Never deemed a real coward,
Whilst we hung unto our name enough,
For them to eventually be scoured.
We lived as freaks and geeks,
Always trapped between strange,
As though undeserving of creeks,
Lakes, Rivers, houses and granges.
We deserved it the way the bullies do,
Ever since the start, birth,
Because we live in the same blue,
The same blue that shelters Earth,
We may be the underdogs,
Sitting on the benches,
Butts sticking to rotten logs,
But we may also build business ventures.
So don't underestimate us, simply based on how we look,
Because one day we might be the exact people to save your lives,
So don't ever mistake sympathy for weakness because if you mistook,
We may shatter the lives we help save just look at bee and hives.