Bullied

Running frantic running
The wolves pursue the cob
Passers-by stay shunning
As gain the chasing mob
Kids they are a crowd
Racing ahead is one
The baying pack is loud
With thrill to set upon
The lonely boy he cries
As run his legs and nose
The fists hurt or the lies
From oh so many foes
Despised by all he’s hated
With only self to love
Always alienated
As pack surrounds the dove
Scared nowhere to run
Yet questioned god to why
The gang begins it’s fun
The boy is left to lie
Again asks why lord why
Yet no real belief is told
To stand or just to try
To get out of the cold
Then lonely walk to bed
No notice of distress
The place where he is fed
The cuckoo in the nest
A night of troubled sleep
Wakes crying muffled sobs
No sanctuary to reap
Another day of yobs
Like a frightened hare
Routed in its place
Caught in headlight glare
Every noise a face
Of torment in the class
Of bruises in the street
Of falling on the grass
Of tripping over feet
And when he hears the bell
The strife begins again
A different kind of hell
Another night of pain