Life is cheap to a man who
hunts with a gun
because he was
born to
kill for fun.
Cheap to a man who
has to resort to
violence
to restore his ego.
He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.
Life is cheap to a man who
beats on his wife
to blame the name
she threw
like a knife.
Cheap to a man who
has to resort to
violence
to ignore “let me go”.
He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.
Life is cheap to a man who
shoots up himself,
as if to lift
a curse,
nothing else.
Cheap to a man who
has to resort to
violence
to restore his ego.
He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.
He’d say in fact
he had a balance to redress,
to a selfish act
he’d never confess.
Copyright Keith Ames
