Bullies
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)


I've danced with shadows
I've dined with death.
Thy honor's sacred
to my last dying breath..


No hero is inside me
no immortal of steel.
I am what you see
no illusions I'm real.


I'm cut from a cloth
where chivalry reigned.
My father instilled
what still now remains.


A man is a man when
no fist he shall raise.
To no weaker than he
to invoke all their praise.


A bully is weakened by
an equal or peer.
That stands in their face
and won't disappear.


They prey on the young
meager and meek.
Those to control over
they seek out the weak.


They hide in the dark
and fear all the light.
For backed in a corner
they'll refuse you to fight.


With tails tucked between
the slither and slide.
On their belly's they slip
for yet only to hide.


Cowards are those that
refuse to confront.
They are use to be hunters
not part of the hunt.


Until the day I cross over
I'll answer their peal.
I'll protect all I witness
and brandish my shield.