The little girl
With the red hair
Stands alone crying
Out in the playground

The young boy
Suffers his torment
Sitting in the classroom
No one speaks to him

Disabled man at work
Told he should stay home
Let someone fit do the job
Managers turn a deaf ear

Does it matter who you are
Black, white, whatever race
They will pick on you
Make you feel different

A bully is sometimes a victim
Is afraid of being cast out
So begins that vicious cycle
Of pushing someone else aside

Let them come, I am waiting
Who says names never hurt you
They can throw their sticks and stones
I am fighting them with words

Copyright Chris Smith 2012 (first published on www.apolloblessed.ning.com )