PEACE’NCRAP

Peace comes not to the warrior’s life

Never will he be finished with the strife

Trained only for dealing bloody Killing

Never has there been one so willing.

Enemies are everywhere to be found

In all places they thrive and abound

The town he is from has deadly changed

They look at him to be crazy; deranged

And to go running amok on their streets

They lick their lips as if tasting treats

Suspicious eyes peer from behind blinds

Making up their tiny, small town minds

“Baby killer” they whisper with a nod of head

“He’d be much better off if he were dead.”

But he came home and walks the same street

Where they whisper how he lost and was beat

By little men way over there, just poor folk

That he learned were not an innocent joke

They were merciless warriors too it seems

That now come nightly to haunt his dreams

Peace will not seek to find him even there

Not in his tortured mind, No, not anywhere.

©Spider 2008