Watching the news last night, I saw a definitive act of justice. A small boy was baiting a larger boy into a fistfight. The bully brandished his tightened fists and hopped about like a prizefighter, taunting the passive boy to fight him. Apparently, someone in complicity with the bully recorded the scene.
The bully’s target remained motionless and silent as his tormenter pranced about him with a malicious smile. Suddenly, the larger boy, grabbed the bully by his legs, tossed him over his head, and threw him to the ground. The bully ran off.
For me, that was poetry in motion.
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