The Bully

Remember the kid,

You know the one.

The schoolyard bully,

Just tons of fun.

Who loved to tease,

To taunt, to scare.

Who sat behind you,

And pulled your hair.

He loved to fight,

To trip, to push.

and just for fun,

Threw you in a bush.

Well he grew up,

To buy, to sell.

And ran his businesses,

Straight to hell.

Then ran for office,

On hate, on scorn.

Became the president,

Of a nation torn.

He hasn’t stopped,

To taunt, to scare.

Sovereign nations,

Without a care.

Just like the schoolyard,

With words, with might.

He won’t be happy,

Till he starts a fight.

He must be stopped,

I hope, I pray.

That cooler heads,

Will save the day.

We the people,

Must stand, must fight.

The bully must go,

The time is right.  

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole