Russell G. Robison

SAVAGE SON

The look upon his face was
So demonically obscene
And as he fired his weapon
He was savagely serene

Look him in the eye and
You would feel the steely cold
But there was not a doubt
That in the storm he was so bold

Pushed beyond his limits
And a captive of the night
For he had found his place
Inside the fury of the fight

Just another savage son
Caught up inside the fray
Who couldn’t find his way back home
For he had lost his way