Justice In Class

A bunch of kids who act in class
as though they are the strong ones.
The strong ones, no, the strong ones, pooh!
They're the ones who act in shame.
they never understand the reason why they're hurting.
Taunts and laughter, cruel echoes that cut
into one's poor heart like a knife.
They don't understand,
they don't comprehend.
who do they hurt, and why do they hurt?
because they think it's lots of fun
to see a poor kid's calmness merge
into a pool of hurt.
The fat ones, the thick ones, the ones chiefly innocent,
As a group of pinranhanas,
they will move in for the kill.
Tears of laughter, malicious delight
they abuse those in distress.
The rest, they fail to stop them, only cheering the shameless on.
And those who wish to be of help can only,
in horror and disdain,
watch the tormentors turn away,
leaving the broken, forlorn heart.
While so many of the forty-four
join the laughs and cheers,
the victim has to sit motionless
and watch through blurry tears.
what is society nowadays,
when bullies lie in wait
for the weak, the emo,the soft-hearted ones
and ones that never tell?
The justice force, never arrives.
Superman won't appear.
It's up to us, the justice-seekers,
to stop this cruel game.