A Loving Son

The house is quiet the fire lit

His mother in the tin bath sits

The war has taken such a toll

He knows he has to take control

They have seen such devastation here

Friends and neighbours disappeared

Protection of his mother first

All other things are pushed aside

Her face is beautiful but worn

Her work is hard but not the norm

He’ll make sure no harm she’ll suffer

His love for her his own dear mother

He has killed to keep her safe

A man who was a waste of space

No more will he punch his mum around

He’s no longer on this ground

He’ll never push a woman around

Stanley neatly saw too that

The young man knows about his guns

He’s clever cunning cool as ice

To him no grey just black and white

He does not stop he understands

What must be done to when danger comes

Those who know him respect his skills

He’s often used to make their kills

His mother a prostitute loves her son

He does not condem whats she has done

It’s just a job and in the war work was work

It paid the bills and kept them housed and fed

No one crosses Stanley now his reputations clear

A word a gesture against his mum and you are dead my son

His skills are honed he’s fit a killer

He makes sure they respect his mum or deal with Stanley her loving son

She looks after all her girls so well she keeps them healthy

Reputation pays she knows all their clients ways

Her boy if trouble comes their way

Knows just how to make them pay

He helps the police with problems hard

They know that Stanley is well skilled

They’d really like him on their side

But Stanley’s only thought is mum he really is A Loving Son

(c) Michael Douglas Bosc

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