The falling fists
Of the school bus bully.
Beating and bruising
His way up the aisle.
No feeling, No remorse
To still the falling fists.
What shall break the hand?
Of that which hits.
No steel, no bullets
No mercy, no cry
Will still the falling
Fists which fly
Until the children
United as one stand
Together, they shield
Each other against
Those falling Fists
