The Certain Few

The certain few Lost his family he did, Agents of the king also him to rid, Alone and stripped, the warrior waited to get his due And plan his next strike; he had the resolve of a certain few The jungle insects nibbling away, Nowhere to hide and no weapon to keep the predators at bay, With only the most basal survival instincts standing by his side And the focus to plan his next strike; he had the resolve of a certain few Season changed, leaves turned green, fruits turned ripe, Time to strike. The execution never goes astray, Them who wait and plan, they will have their say For this certain few, awaits God’s grand payday