That boy’s acting hostile,
Cold-blooded like a reptile.
He’s got to learn acting tough is futile,
despite him feeling utile.

No gang grands him vacation.
They recruit sheep like him,
lone but docile,
Utilizing juveniles on probation-
no hesitation, no consideration.
For who else would reach out,
to a soul untamed,
a boy unfazed,
a coy unflamed,
who lacks in passion,
consumed by hate?

but how could a modern mind
decline a fellow human,
that's living for the missions
he's been given
his whole life?