Retaliation

Retaliation

A Poem by Doug Blair
"

to step in or not

"
I would see him at three thirty
On the street beneath my flat.
Kids would call him strange and dirty
Like a mouse plagued by stray cats.
And with head down for the homing, 
He would breeze by all the jeers
And the shoves that might be coming.
(He looked older than his years.) 
And the three or four who trailed him
Were a foul and yowling lot.
Would his fists and fire still fail him? 
He was tall, and they were not.
He was dressed in robe and scull cap
And some hair curled by the jaws.
And his hope, to avoid mishap; 
Like his people, like their laws.
But this time I held the answer, 
Three strong nephews down the street.
And they knew the ones to watch for
And the pounding was so sweet.
But the lad just stood there quiet, 
Giving out a soft complaint.
“Friends, there’s no need here for riot.
I will win them with restraint.” 

© 2015 Doug Blair


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

95 Views
Added on November 28, 2015
Last Updated on November 28, 2015

Author

Doug Blair
Doug Blair

Waterloo, Ontario, Canada



About
In my sixties. Married. Father of two. Disillusioned lawyer who put on the blue collar. Poet. Blogger. Nature hiker. Newsboy for Jesus. Lover of most things Scots. more..

Writing
Ravening Ravening

A Poem by Doug Blair