The Dead That Have A Voice

The victim is standing on the edge,

and the bully is standing by waiting to push them off.

The victim proclaims that life is meaningless,

while the bully couldn't care less.

Bang, Crash, Bam Kaboosh,

the victim's life becomes miserable,

but why would the bully care?

The victim is standing on a box with a rope around their neck,

the bully is enjoying life like nothings wrong.

As the victim's mother finds her child's body,

The bully's friends are playing games with the bully.

As the victim's mother calls for help,

the bully is laughing with his friends.

As the heart of the victim's mother fills with gieve,

The bully's heart is overflowing with happiness.

The victim not going to school the next day,

The bully thinks nothing more of the victim.

As days pass by from the victim's death,

the bully is confused on where the victim could be.

As the victim's mother announces her child's death,

the bully is in shock.

As the victim is lying in a coffin dead,

the bully lives and starts to cry.

As the victim is watching the bully from above,

the bully is filled with anger at himself.

As the victim is six feet under,

the bully is suffering for his actions.

As the victim is flying in the sky,

the bully is burning of guilt in his heart. 

As the victim watches over the bully,

the bully wants to change his ways.

The victim gets excited for what lies ahead,

as the bully plans an assembly.

As the victim cares about the bully,

the bully regrets what they did to the victim.

The bully speaks from the heart for the first time,

about the victim only being good to them. 

The bully changes and finds his voice into standing up for people,

the victim finally rests in peace knowing the bully is doing good.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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