Protecting The Bully
Why are you just standing there?
Look at her! Don't you care?
Or have you no heart? Or perhaps eyes?
Certainly you can hear her sobs.
She's not hiding it. Neither is he.
He'll kick her and tell her the most vile lies.
Will you keep teaching?
Even if she stops coming to school?
It's your turn to cry.
You cared too late.
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