- The iGlobe
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.