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A Slap
A Slap
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Once a verbal fight ensued,
Between a man and three goons.
He was a simple man
With his daughter and wife.
It was not a matter
That required strife.
The three goons were proud
And dangerously built.
To provoke the mild one
They felt no guilt.
People witnessed what
Stirred between them.
I stayed silent too,
During the mayhem.
The man boasted his ego
Which he didn’t own.
It was buried six feet deep
When he let a high moan.
They laughed at the man’s pain,
They were happy and satisfied.
The sight of the son and wife
Left me quite petrified.
My eyes, ears and tongue
Had turned hollow.
Mahatma’s lesson seems
Too hard to swallow.
