As I sat right next
He stared, perplexed
Eyes all wet
Life can make you its
pet
Situations make you
turn left
After all good things
have left
He had his hands cuffed
Ego slapped
He hoped situations
would be turned
I looked at him and
turned
I looked left
All good things
seemed to have left
Yes he sat on my
right
Said he got into a
fight
He was only going
through the plight
Of fighting a good
fight
When for the dead he
was left
And all good things
seemed to have left
He always earned his
daily bread
In harsh struggles as
he was bred
But as the argument
bred
The governments’ hand
fled
And landed him almost
dead
In blood drenched
They said he was a
hooligan
Who was almost gunned
down
Up and down the
reporters ran
They reported a
recovered gun
The news bulletin had
to run
He was just a good
gunner
A daily bread earner
Struggling to keep
the burner
But the tunnel was
getting darker
Bad times lasted
longer
And there he sat
looking left
Heart full of contempt
He turned and stared
to the left
At the only beautiful
thing left
As all good things
seemed to have left
