All Good Things to the Left

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