Bump, bump
The bus rolls over the hump.
I sit alone,
Listening to the engine groan.
Something about its gentle hum
Is quite soothing to some.
Static on the radio,
Dulled by the stereo,
Muffled by the voices,
From the children with happy faces.
Driving home from school,
Everything seems so cool.
The bus did stop
And children got off.
I look out the window
And smile at the snow.
The sun shines bright.
The snow is alight.
Such beauty can only be spoiled
By hearts that were foiled
With cruelty and hate,
All thoughts mean to create.
Innocently walking
Was a boy not talking
To anyone near him.
Where I sat, became dim
As all light focused on him
As a group of boys, suddenly surrounded him.
I watched the boys,
With my heart, they did toy
As they taunted and teased,
Themselves', they were pleased.
As the boys did snicker,
I felt my neck prickle.
The little boy looked at his feet.
I wanted to jump from my seat,
As the big boy hit him to the ground.
I felt my stomach turn 'round.
The little boy fell
As my heart did as well.
Together, they made fun
As the bus moved on.
I saw the boy hurting,
But I could do nothing.
The bullies won,
And I was gone.

© February 26, 2003