Urban Guerrilla
Dave Oakes
Creeping through the concrete jungle
Aware there are enemies all around
Hoping to take them by surprise
Feelings of fear and hate abound
Armed with weapons of many kinds
And willing to use them all
Looking for death in every shadow
As you run, then walk, then crawl
You find them in their hidden place
And try to cut off their retreat
You want to take out every one
And make them taste defeat
Fighting up close and personal now
Looking right into their eyes
Seeing the pain and anguish
As you leave them for the flies
Then the unexpected does happen
And you feel the pain in your back
Like a fire flaring through your limbs
Feeling as if stretched on the rack
One after another they come to you
Inflicting wound after wound now
An intensity of thought and feelings
Asking yourself why me and how