They worked at the same shop
On the other side of the street from the construction deposit
They worked for years there
friendship grew as the shelves emptied
Then they both arrived on the crowded bus
bullies skulked in the backseats
Then made their way hunting out a victim
Friendship couldn't save them from the seven minute trip
They presented flutes and played malevolence
They set traps and to their delight caught the unfortunate
Their laughter like crazed and rabid hyenas
shrill and as horrid as the kid's bruised leg
The bullies found themselves off the bus
In a field surrounded by shrouded figures
The bullies couldn't move and couldn't speak
their tongues trapped they were terrified
The cloaks of the judges hardly wavered in the breeze
The bullies didn't want to look at them but their eyes were glued
Everything was out in the open like salt on uncovered wounds
Then the two friends arrived to forgive the bullies
for they had been invited to hill love kingdom
They forgave the bullies and pleaded for the cloaked figures to do the same
But the cloaked figures were not men like me or you
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