Rigged based on the novel Of Mice And Men

He sat there, doing nothing, saying nothing

The other not so idle, his glance at once calculating and pugnacious.

His stride drawing him nearer as he takes his place         

And he begins slugging him in the face

Still, no response

Not even a cry out of pain

As he was pushed into the ground and his hand was battered

His eyes now looking in wonder at his crushed hand.

His body was bent over to the left by his crooked spine

As the decrepit man was once again thrown to the ground

As easily as a feather

The other now pinning him to the ground with his beefy hands.

You would have imagined he struggled violently under his hands,

But he did not

Instead, as peaceful as an angel, he laid there without a word

Growing impatient, the other reached into his pocket

Pulling out a shiny black gun.

Aiming it at the crippled man, he pulled the trigger.

The man walked away, with a smug smile

Stretched across his face

Power doesn’t always translate to strength.