his wings were brown but face still dad
with furled brow and eyes still mad
he fluttered over next to May
and had his own advice to say
"please think about that boy you called
"a hundred vulgar names
"you think he hurt you just as some
"unfriendly playground game?"
"you think his heart is made of stone
"and evil fills his soul?
"you think when he acts that he's
"completely in control?"
"this 'bully' that you see him as
"is just like you or me
"his parents or his home life make
"him be what he will be"
"our children shouldn't take the blame
"for sins that aren't their own.
"perhaps he was or is abused
"and from a broken home."