Social Justice Poetry

Wielding | A Social Justice Poem by Guy Farmer

Knocked around as a kid
He has a thing for weapons
And getting into it with others.

He’s always had to toughen up
Even when it seemed weird,
Never made him feel better.

Barely made it through high school,
His career path was set anyway,
Serving up some justice.

Wielding a club that gives him
Power he never had before,
Time to show his stuff.

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