Have pity on the bullies
For being so damn mean
'Cause it's
Their childhood way of coping
With never being seen.
Their Daddy maybe beat them.
Or Momma was a drunk.
At best, they were neglectful.
So
Their kids end up as thugs.
To fight their parents' demons,
They change into one too.
But then,
When no one ever likes them,
They haven't got a clue!
Instead of praising others
They glare
With hateful, jealous eyes.
For nothing makes them happy
But seeing people cry.
They live a life that's fear-based.
"If others have, I lose."
So
When people need their succor,
Their selfishness will rule.
They hoard up their belongings,
Like money, power, fame.
And crushing people's feelings
Becomes an addict's game.
Their spouses end up leaving.
Their kids can't stand them too.
They wind up in a "home" and
Then
They bully staff there too!
They have so many chances
To learn to treat us well.
To love
Their neighbor as themselves
And not wind up in hell.
It's hard to love a bully
SO
I'll do it from afar.
And learn from their behavior
How not to gain God's ire.
I'm grateful for my friendships.
I love to see friends win.
Their joy makes me feel happy
Yet
I'm sad when there is sin.
If I have wronged another
I will apologize
And try to make it better.
On this, our peace relies.
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