Welcome Mat

Welcome Mat…. by: Steven Hudson Hands tremble at the grip in my hand, Two worlds collide in moments of time, The trigger shakes, while onlookers scorn What once was peace, now a violent storm Away ye dogs of thunder come to plunder my house! Who come to grant me the title of fatherless son You knocked on our door looking for trouble But when trouble rose to greet you, you froze like a mouse. I did not seek you out, you forced a delinquents hand It was only justice, to protect that which I love The pulse that quickens, the fear that sickens The weight of words preceding a heavy handed blow What was meant to destroy me Only proved to employ me For in the face of my enemy the only choice remains To stand strong, stand fast, that my losses, may become gains.