Factions: A Poem about Bullying
They walk the halls of every school
To their targets, they are inhuman and cruel
Whether maintaining cool and hip pretenses
Or wrongly avenging past offenses
Each bully stalks a helpless victim
In accordance with the schoolyard dictum:
“Those who are too fat, too thin, too tall-
Too smart, too dumb, too big, too small-
Must be picked on, bullied, tortured, taunted-
The bully’s strength and coolness vaunted”
And the jeering crowd is happy, undaunted
They walk the halls of every school
The fiendish minority
They walk the halls of every school
They’d sell their soul to remain cool
Fulfilling the bully’s every whim
In the schoolyard, the hallway, the infernal gym
They are the cool crowd, the cowardly rabble
Who back up the bully with a cackling babble
Watch the sycophants scatter as a teacher approaches
Like those filthy, evasive, and fleeting cockroaches
The insects hide out until the coast is clear
Then they and the bully resume their reign of fear
Not a single invertebrate dares shed a tear
They walk the halls of every school
The spineless majority
Ryan Heslin initially wrote this poem in the sixth grade, for a class assignment at Burleigh Manor Middle School. Two years later, through a series of convoluted and improbable circumstances, the poem reappeared. He enjoys reading and school, and has a keen interest in history.
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