When I was six, you hurt my siblings
On route with pails of water on their heads.
It’s difficult to forget; they were eight and ten
While you were fourteen, big and robust.
They arrived wet, in pain and achieved nothing
Due to your cruelty, as your hippo skin whip
Had lashed their heads, backs, arms and legs.
Oh! They were swollen and bruised all over.
What were you thinking by acting so cruel?
They were merely doing their duty,
As their school and Mama required.
You had no reason for you were just a bully.
Mama believed not her eyes;
Seeing them crying with no water
And their pails were not with them
For they ran and left the pails behind.
Why be so cruel to such young girls?
They’re my siblings and your act pains me.
I looked up to them and I loathe you for it.
They were my protectors and mentors.
What were you thinking by acting so cruel?
They were merely doing their duty,
As their school and Mama required.
You had no reason for you were just a bully.
You never asked for forgiveness
Despite meeting every day,
But revenge is never admirable.
What were you thinking by acting so cruel?
They were merely doing their duty,
As their school and Mama required.
You had no reason for you were just a bully.