A Lullaby for the Bullied (previously, the Mockers and the Mocked)

A poem for every gentle soul learning to stand against cruelty.

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Don’t you cry, little girl,

please don’t cry, you pretty doll

The world is so cruel,

and you have to bear it all

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People are harsh and unkind,

and their hearts do not feel

People are cold as fuck,

and want us all to kneel

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You are testing your wings;

you are a little bird in the nest

You are safe in your trust’s warmth,

and doing your very best

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Looking down, you can see,

and looking down, you can hear

People and their clownish smiles,

even those you choose to hold dear

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But what you cannot see,

and what you must not hear

Are the hardened hearts of stone,

and acidic insults that sear

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But people are really broken,

and have hearts blinded by hatred

People are actually merciless,

to them, their words are so sacred

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You are a marvelous butterfly,

but a butterfly, still in its cocoon

You are fluttering delicate wings,

and trying to break out too soon

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Outside, it feels so lonely,

and the night is so damn dark

The grey wolves keep on howling,

and the wild dogs frequently bark

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You must be strong, my little friend,

and you must not pay any heed

You must not lose spirit, my dear,

it is only a strong heart that you need

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The river flows and heals everything,

as the wave of time passes

And one day you will come to know,

how stupid were the masses

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Pray, hold your head high and proud,

and shrug away the dark worries

It will always be a new day tomorrow,

as life always beckons and hurries

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And you there, you hideous monsters,

the cruel bullies and the harsh mockers!

And you there, your repulsive ghouls,

hiding in the darkness, you cowardly stalkers

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‘We are weak,’ as you choose to allege?

Yes, true, but united we will always stand

‘We are meek,’ as you choose to point out?

Yes, true, but our resolve will always be grand

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Go on and mock us more if you dare,

we will survive, and we will fight

Go on and bully us more if you care,

we will sustain as stronger grows our might

The Song of Solace

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A poem for the wounded child inside every grown heart.

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have so many enemies and friends, none

Tell me how the world trampled your dreams,

and tell me how the time stifled your screams

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

you have lost so much time; nothing has been done

Tell me how the words broke your heart,

and tell me how the taunts acted like a poisoned dart

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

shed away your worries, nowhere to run

Tell me all and tell me some more,

show me your soul, all blood and gore

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one,

fear no more; there is no case to be won

Cry some and then cry some more,

bare it all, your feelings all tender and sour

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Fear not, little one, I will reweave your dreams,

and mend your broken heart

Fear not, little one, I will kiss away your screams,

and bless you with a fresh start

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Fear not, little one, I will soothe away your pain,

and wipe all your frustration

Fear not, little one, I will bring the fresh rain,

and wash away all agitation

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Come lay your head in my lap, little one

Come lay your head in my lap, little one