A LITTLE POEM

05/07/11

The Lie

A young boy falls, his skin is grazed,
He sees his blood, his head gets hazed,
The concretes hard its textures rough
It’s never easy, life is tough,
He sits there thinking, should I cry?
He glances up, the boys walk by,
No one cares his knees are torn
Its part of life for this boy born,
Scars will form, the stories grow
He’ll tell the girls he earned them so,
A life of fighting, battles raged
They’re medals pinned that last an age.
He shows no weakness, wipes his knees,
Walks to school but no one sees,
This brave boy Steven, battle weary
With holes thru pants works out a theory,
I’ll tell my friends I won a fight
They’ll like me more with my new might,
They’ll praise my efforts, tell all my story,
My toughest fight ended with glory.
He’ll be a hero, hold his head high,
Just one small problem – it’s all a lie,
A fight breaks out a massive fury,
A disagreement no judge no jury.
Stevens’s friends all cry out loud,
You’re our hero, do us proud!
Show us your skills, show all your might
Jump in there mate, break up the fight,
Stevens scared his knees are shaking,
This stupid lie he’d undertaken,
He walks on over fists are clenched,
Sweating so much his hands are drenched,
He has no skills he cannot fight,
He tries so hard with all his might,
A big boy spots him picks him out
Beats him down with one big clout,
When Steven wakes his nose is bleeding
He even sees his friends are leaving,
He sees some teeth upon the floor,
He counts the gaps one two three four,
He sits there crying feeling sad
And tells himself that lies are bad,
Never lie or tell a tall story,
It’s neither fair nor ends in glory.