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May 2018
I bite my tongue at the words you speak,
spitting venom especially at the young or weak
I toss my white flag to the ground,
and with my foot I pound and pound
I dare not look you in the eye,
in fear I see the masked tough-guy
who bullies the old and preys on the weak,
I bite my tongue at the words you speak
Rosy Smith
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