United States
38° 9' 46.7568" N, 112° 16' 27.0048" W

You stand, stretching, reaching to the clouds,
Your words ,so heavy, raining down
Erasing smiles, birthing frowns.
Stealing hope, leaving doubt
Causing even light to bow
Are you such a giant now?
Does your reflection still please you,
Have you seen what the words do?
A crowd in black, A box of white.
Your deeds have stolen now a life.
The signs were there,
you would not read
Words of caution
but did you the instructions heed?
The price for pride
Grief , the life of a friend.
When will we see bullying end?


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