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He Fights

He Fights

He’d fight outside the school gates
He’d fight outside the shop
He’d fight the weak and weirdos
He’d fight ‘til they begged stop

No doubt he was bully
No doubt he never cared
No doubt his filthy fury
No doubt that he was scared

And now he is a child no more
And now his friends have grown
And now they've found their future
And now he’s all alone

He fights against his memories
He fights his ancient pride
He fights the guilt that goads him
The bully who has died

©2020 Mark Bird

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