Rum tum tum Rum tum tum
I succumbed
Rum tum tum
When the words were flung
Saw the bait Saw the bait
Thrown to peers alust with hate
Saw the bait
Do its work to humiliate
Watched his face Watched his face
Cloud to the many shades of disgrace
Watched his face
Laid waste by such bitter taste
Witnessed the scorn Witnessed the scorn
For one different and elsewhere born
Witnessed the scorn
As with thorny crown he was adorned
Turned my head Turned my head
When more weaponised words were said
Turned my head
Away from watching as his heart bled
Felt my shame Felt my shame
As passive part of this vicious game
Felt my shame
My brutal silence my silence to blame
I still regret I still regret
No one’s eyes to have met
I still regret
Complicit inaction I can’t forget
Where is he now? Where is he now?
Is he high or is he low?
Where is he now?
Does anger in him burn aglow?
Sanaa asked we poets to explore the issue of peer pressure for this week’s dVerse prompt. I expect there are few people anywhere who can claim complete innocence. Have you got anything to say for yourself?