Just a kid at the age of 13 he's an outsider
Growing up in a crew it's your fault you pushed him out
Look at him now, he's wearing $10,000 chains around his neck
Designer tracksuits, earned more than their parent's heck
Living in a place that was hardly the land of opportunity
But they didn't need a job to make it to the big city
It was a game play now pay later, it was the motto
But soon they'd see that there WOULD be no tomorrow
But you don't stay mates forever his friend said
What happened, took him out and left him for dead
But a proud soldier he was, propelled by anger
Crawling forward his soul a burning ember
His legs gave way, he lay preparing to die
He knew this would happen because he was the bad guy
But the strange thing was that he could feel no pain
He looked out and all he said was an empty plane
But fate, he found, was not finished with him just yet
He looked up and saw a big aeroplane jet
He heard a sound, he said wow this is kind of odd
He heard a siren in the distance he said thank god
Then he was dropped off at a Western Hospital
He couldn't move his legs not even a little
And waking up after 6 hours of surgery
He remembered his friends' little act of perjury
He wanted Revenge but it came back to bite him
And now his friend shot him, it was only just to spite him
He heard of voice say there's still time to change your ways
The voice was God and he found out that he could still be saved
Another path was opening up and he started to pray
He realised that he didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay
And even though he was back into the small life, he was alive
And instead of following his friends to the grave, he survived
He was indeed The Last Man Standing
By Brianna Murphy.
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"Last Man Standing"
PoetrySo this poem isn't mine, it's a friends. I really loved this peice, so i asked her if i could post it so here it is. ©Copyright to 14-year-old-Brianna-Murphy. All rights reserved.