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The mob; the bullies


Their barbs sting with hurt.
Let your expression remain neutral.
No satisfaction should you give.
A stoic expression is all they get.

A mob behaviour in play.
Of bullies reenacting high school.
Alone they are the timid mouse.
In numbers they will terrorize.

Their target is their obsession.
Their venom just as deadly.
The mob takes pleasure in hurting.
Many ways, yet all subtle.

Don’t take the bait.
They wait in hunger.
A mask your best defence.
Bite the tongue; remain quiet.

Didn’t we leave high school behind.
No. It has followed us here.
Such are bullies so arrogant.
They crave to instill terror.

Little barb wires piercing.
Take control to remain passive.
No twitching, facial muscles suppressed.
They cannot know the hurt they cause.

So, no satisfaction is given.
A stoic expression worn.
The mask you hide behind.
No mob, no bullies can tear down.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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