|I talked to my little brother today,|
Just playing around, not expecting to learn anything.
Now I just pray,
Because now the pain in my heart will just sing.
I pretended like I was a counselor,
Asking a few little questions here and there.
I never knew of the little predators,
Treating him so unfair.
He's quiet and shy,
Barely bothering anybody.
As I listen to his story, I just sit and sigh.
I feel myself getting moody.
They made fun of him,
Treating him like a dog.
The main contributor was named Tim,
His conscience overridden by fog.
He said they say cruel words,
And hit him and touch him unwantingly.
This of course cuts me like a hundred sharp shards,
My body numbing.
I wanted to help,
But knew I couldn't.
I started crying to myself,
I hoped I wouldn't.
Yesterday he hurt his finger,
From another of those monsters.
If they get any meaner,
They will eventually pay faster.
I told my parents what was happening,
And they talked to his teacher.
He said he will stop this wrong,
And I finally felt stronger.
His teacher fixed those boys,
They left him alone.
He now plays with his toys,
He no longer moans.
I finally got what I wanted,
Something for which I'd walk a mile.
He was no longer the hunted,
He then wore a big, bright smile.