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The Bloody Sword

By Dalia Albarak

The flies race around me,

Teasing and picking at every dent.

No matter how deep they hum,

I remain unbent.

The flies race around me,

Stealing and erasing every trace of success.

They once frightened me,

But not today, I’m blessed


The flies race around me,

Lord, when will they stop?

I drip in red,

My whole body throbs.

The flies race around me,

And suddenly I know why.

A clean sword is beaten,

While a red one never ceases to defy.

A Poem about bullying.

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