The Bloodied Boy

The child huddles against his mother by the fire,
the sounds of gunfire get louder and louder,
the mother now carries the child .... she trips over a wire,
the child hears his mother's painful scream before she falls over.

his face now bloody his whole world falling apart,
his mother limp body he shakes to try get her awake,
in silence he makes a vow... all those murderers he will tear apart,
to him there's nothing more than revenge at stake.

the child grows up to be a man feared by friend and foe,
inseparable from his best mate the kalashnikov,
he has a habit of chopping of the heads of foes with a hoe,
the chain smoking has taken a toll with his chest ravaged by bloody cough.

day after day he strikes fear into the heart of many,
at night he sleeps with the gun he now considers his comrade,
dreaming of the day he ultimately defeats tyranny,
its either him or them who will end up dead.

day after day his foes hunt him down,
he evades them from place to place,
its him dead or they go down,
against time and for their very survival they race.

a lethal enemy he has proved to be,
as he takes out his boyhood tormentors one by one,
they must take him out at once or its their bodies he will bury,
because he will spare but none.

at long last they cornered him as he slept in some bunker,
by some comrade he was betrayed,
as he grabbed his trusty rifle ..."I will never surrender",
and that was the last thing he ever said.