He is god among his peers; Goliath of his time, torturing and tormenting his mates.
They were smaller and weaker compared to him so they resorted to fate.
Whenever he wanted to cause havoc, he always wore a hood.
A sound slap on the cheek of whoever flouts his orders; he was a terror in the neighborhood.
His name commands respect and voice instills fear.
Whenever he is among his peers, tension fills the air.
A friendly foe, one without empathy and compassion.
His code of conduct, coercion and aggression.
People depressed, he dominates and destroys daily.
But everything has an end and the end of everything comes surely.
The bully is now been sought after, to be bullied.
Like a spider, he is tangled in his own web.
The wind sings him songs of his coming doom.
Drowning in the ocean of his past actions, he shouts repeatedly: help! help! help! but it is too late to cry.
He awaits the worst to happen.
KARMA is a gangster sorry, a farmer you reap what you sow.
Phenomenal_Presh✍🏽
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