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Bullying

"To be, or not to be..."
"That is the main question..."
Doing a wrong for popularity,
Is that now the most popular suggestion?

Six mighty men, musing over their weapons,
Chose, with a lofty arrogance, the scathing word,
"Oh," said the first, "It will only need slight polish,
And a most seamless throw- with an impact lourd.

"And", continued the second, "It is most benign,
It will pierce, but with not a drop of blood,
How sly and pompous, how clever,
How mightier is the pen than the sword!"

"So", smiled the third, "Its cast-iron case,
Will camouflage its lethal powers,
And then , when preparation and opportunity meet,
It will make the bravest, cower.

And the other three, well, opted for the old
'All for one, one for all' policy.
 With blind faith in their partners' design,
They knew not to what they had just resigned.

 The next task for this team, was choosing a victim,
Somebody who not only heard, but listened,
One of their peers, perhaps, and there, was the best,
And so the six were geared up and all set.

The ploy was clever, the crew were blithe,
But for every malicious there is true might,
They hadn't expected opposition here,
But sense had sounded in someone's ear.

That someone, was just like you or me,
And he or she, had probably been bullied,
Or probably not, but they deemed it wrong,
That sarcasm and negativity to should unfairly throng.

Words are hurtful, words can mine,
True, but aren't there those, too, that are truly divine?
So why not make a wise choice,
Use words that resound with grace and poise.

And of course, don't hesitate to use your voice,
Forget the charm, the relevance, the reverence,
It doesn't harm to roughly decoy the coy,
When you see a bully cross his fence.

So stand up, now that you know you are braver,
Stronger, sharper, quicker, softer,
Sensitive, nicer, more thoughtful-
Than anyone who makes you feel that you are not.

They are weak only when you push back and assert yourself,
They are demons when you enlarge their importance.
You have a weapon, use it wisely,
Use words wisely, and use them well.



    

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