
“I shalt hit him icily in the face!”
He is friends with the others!
The schoolyard chant rang out!
With animus devout
“Besides he hath no Mother!”
Laughed and guffawed the privileged brown-shirted Man-boy!
Ahoy! Throwing the ball recklessly toward the young boy’s noggin
As if he had no right-minded druthers
The little boy eluded
Evaded
Escaped
The dodge-ball thrown at him with such unmasked
Illogical fiery hate
With elegant grace!
Belied by a quirky running gait
His mind filtering to long-lost memories
On Sweet Mother’s face
The irony of history
Her diabolical murder!
Had taken down a standing President
Whom regarded the crime a mystery?
Removed him from power
Stamped as a remarkable disgrace!
The young boy proceeded to grab a dodgeball
From the bright crimson red floor
Regarding it loving Mother
Wherever she be
Evermore!
Hurling it as hard as he could!
The dodge-ball whistling
As if representing his entire childhood!
Alas! The Universe doth take the blame!
For his now communal approving childhood fame
One good turn deserves another!
His accurate toss had gobsmacked the foul-mouthed Man-boy
The kisser landing in good grace
Placing the wanna-be tyrant out of the game!
As he stood amidst his proud neighborhood
The young developing boy had stood strong for his dearly departed Mom
The cheering throng cried out repeatedly
Justice for Rene Nicole Good!