A hunting party on the horizon
Coming closer, preparing the attack
Amble as prey with nowhere to run

Weak prey is the easiest to take
Numerous flaws result in effortless chances
Harming the vulnerable is best sport

They approach, licking their chops
Preening themselves for the ritual of hunt
Looking for the faults in their victim

Quick surround to prevent escape
Helpless dodges met with intimidation
Savor the attack, finish the remains
Pain is slow and slow is pain

The weak submits, the strong attack
The more damage, the more glory
For all to see, the fierce prevail
Safety in numbers succeed

The alpha bites first
The sharpest teeth, the pointiest claws
Betas in quick succession
This is the way of the animal world

The pack abruptly leaves
Prey emerges
Backpack hanging low, jeans sagging down
Clawed, bitten, chewed
No one to bandage the wounds
Slowly, forlornly, the bullied child retreats