The Knife

I saw the three at play
But not a happy crew
For one would have her way
Imposed on other two
The strongest of the group
She bullied and she teased
The captain of the troop
So easily displeased
The weakest went away
I fear he went to cry
On such a sunny day
A raindrop in his eye
We each of us must learn
The way to live our life
Some peacefully discern
While others wield the knife


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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