Torment speaks with many voices,
 Bullies think they own a school;
If one seeks you out —two choices:
 You can fight, or flee the fool.

True respect defies extortion,
 Bullies’ hearts are caged and sad;
What they crave is but a portion
 Of the love they never had.

Never seek to plead or barter,
       Tears attract them— that’s a fact;
Never play the silent martyr:
       Know your enemy— and act!

If you flee them, tell your teachers
 Or your parents— no shame there.
Bullies can be brutal creatures,
 Share your fears and don’t despair.

Should you choose to fight, amigo,
 Whack the leader of the pack;
What’s a bruise to flesh or ego?
 Win or lose— they won’t be back!