The Man And The Lad
The Man And The Lad
They stood face to face
Both guns pointed towards each other.
One was from a rebellious insurgency,
The other a decorated soldier;
One was a young lad of fourteen,
The other was a father of three.
A situation that needs no hesitation
Yet the man's hands quiver,
While the lad holds
The trigger in confusion.
Surely the man had pulled
Those triggers far more than the lad,
Surely the man had seen more wars.
But perhaps he understood
The fear of the young mind.
Or perhaps he was
Much like his son;
Full of life,
That he decides to drop the gun
And stood still.
the lad hesitate for none,
Perhaps he was deluded
By the wrong minds,
Perhaps he knows no fear
That he pulled the trigger
Into the man's body;
The man had one last word,
" May my sacrifice bring you
A better reasons to drop your guns
That when my son talks about my sacrifice
He will be proud of me."